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1820. 


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BE  it  remembered,  That  on  this  fifth  day  of  May,  A.  D 
i820,  and  in  the  forty-fourth  year  of  the  Independence  of  the 
United  Skates  of  America,  Miller  and  Hutchens,  of  said  District, 
deposited  in  this  office  the  title  of  a  book,  whereof  they  claim  as 
proprietors,  in  the  following  words,  viz: — "The  Providence 
Selection  of  Hymns,  snpplementary  to  Dr.  Watts.  Embracing 
various  Subjects,  and  including  a  great  variety  of  Metres.  Par- 
ticularly designed  for  \  hristian  Worship." 

In  conformify  to  an  act  of  Congress  of  the  United  States,  en- 
titled, u  An  act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning,  by  secur- 
ing the  copies  of  maps,  charts  and  books,  to  the  authors  and  pro- 
prietors of  such  copies,  during  the  time  therein  mentioned."  And 
also  to  an  act,  entitled  u  An  act  for  the  encouragement  of  learn- 
ing, by  securing  the  copies,  of  maps,  charts,  and  books  to  th« 
authors  and  proprietors,  of  such  copies  during  the  time  therein 
mentioned,  and  extending  the  benefit  thereof  to  the  art  of  design- 
ing, engraving  and  etching  historical  and  other  prints." 

WUnea,  BENJAMIN  COWELL,  j  JJJ^;  J 


PREFACE 


While  it  very  generally  is  admitted  that 
Dr*  Watts's  Psalms  and  Hymns,  possess  a 
variety  and  excellency  transcending  any 
other  single  author,  it  at  the  same  time  is  as 
generally  felt,  and  acknowledged,  that  tin 
are  many  deeply  interesting  subjects,  u. 
highly  important  occasions,  to  which  he  h 
not  adapted  any  Hymns,  whatsoever.  This 
deficiency,  it  is  true,  is  amply  supplied  by 
sundry  approved  authors  in  divine  poesy, 
whose  names  it  is  not  needful  here  to  men- 
tion. But  still  a  judicious  selection,  com- 
prising a  due  portion  of  the  best  productions 
contained  in  the  books  of  these  approved 
authors,  is  highly  requisite,  because  all  these 
Hymn  Books  would  be  both  too  expensive 
and  too  burdensome.  This  selection,  while 
recommended  for  extensive  variety,  for  de- 
votional correct  sentiment,  and,  in  many  in- 
stances, for  truly  sublime  poetic  versifica- 
tion, yet  is  in  no  wise  designed  to  super- 
sede, but  only  as  supplementary  to  Watte' 
Psalms  and  Hymns, 


PROVIDENCE  SELECTION 


OF 


HYMNS. 


Hymn  1.      L.  M. 

Gospel  Jirst  Preached  at  Jerusalem. 

Luke  xxiv,  47. 

"  Proclaim  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"  Ye  preachers  of  my  sacred  word : 
11  Let  ev'ry  nation  hear  the  theme, 
"  Beginning  at  Jerusalem. 
11  Go,  let  the  chief  of  sinners  know, 
u  That  1  have  blessings  to  bestow; 
"  Proclaim  salvation  in  my  name, 
u  Beginning  at  Jerusalem. 

"  Where  I  was  treated  with  disdain, 
"  Where  I  was  crucify'd  and  slain ; 
"  There  shall  my  gospel  gain  esteem, 
"  Beginning  at  Jerusalem.    * 
11  My  pard'ning  love  proclaim  abroad, 
11  And  show  the  virtue  of  my  blood ; 
11  'Till  time  shall  end,  proclaim  my  grace 
;t  To  ev'ry  land,  in  ev'ry  place. 

"  In  yonder  world,  behold  the  tram 
"  Of  sinners  sav'd  from  endless  pain ; 
"  Ascribing  glory  to  the  Lamb, 
11  Within  the  new  Jerusalem." 


$  HYMN    2 3. 

Hymn  2.       C.  M. 

Zion's  Increase,  or  the   Conversion  of  Jews   and 
Gentiles.     Ps.  ii.  8. 

1  Father,  is  not  thy  promise   pledg'd 

To  thine  exalted  Son, 
That  thFough  the  nations  of  the  earth, 
Thy  word  of  life  shall  run  ? 

2  u  Ask,  and  I  give  the  heathen  lands, 

"  For  thine  inheritance  ; 
u  And  to  the  worUPs  remotest  shores, 

"  Thine  empire  shall  advance." 
$  Hast  thou  not  said  the  blinded  JewB 

Shall  their  Redeemer  own  ; 
While  Gentiles  to  his  standard  crowd, 

And  bow  before,  his  throne  ? 

[4  Are  not  all  kingdoms,  tribes  and  tongues, 
Under  th'  expanse  of  heaven, 
To  the  dominion  of  thy  Son, 
Without  exception  given  ? 

5  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 
Then  be  his  name  ador'd ! 
Europe,  with  all  thy  millions,  shout 
Hosannas  to  thy  Lord  i 
8  Asia  and  Africa  resound, 

From  shore  to  shore  his  fame  ; 
And  thou,  America,  in  songs, 
Redeeming  love  proclaim !] 


Hymn  3.      L.  M 

The  Gospel  Jubilee. 

i  Loud  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  sound, 
And  spread  the  joyful  tidings  round  -, 
Let  every  soul  with  transport  hear, 
And  hail  the  Lord's  accepted  year. 


HYMN    4. 

2  Ye  debtors,  whom  he  gives  to  know, 
That  you  ten  thousand  talents  owe, 
When  humbled  at  his  feet  you  fall, 
Your  gracious  Lord  forgives  them  all. 

3  Slaves,  who  have  borne  the  heavy  chain. 
Of  sin  and  hell's  tyrannic  reign, 

To  liberty  assert  your  claim, 

And  plead  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

4  The  rich  inheritance  of  heaven, 
Your  joy,  your  crown  is  freely  giv'n, 
Fair  Salem  your  arrival  waits, 

With  golden  streets  and  pearly  gates. 

5  O  happy  souls,  who  know  the  sound ! 
God's  light  shall  all  their  steps  surround; 
And  shew  that  jubilee  begun, 

Which  through  eternal  years  shall  run. 


Hymn  4.       8  lines,  Vs. 

[Tune,  Benefit  Street.] 

Why  will  ye  die,  O  house  of  Israel? 

Ezek.  18— 31. 

1  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  maker,  asks  you  why  5 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live-: 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands : 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why, 
Will  ye  cross  his  love  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour  asks  you  why  ; 
God,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve. 
Died  himself  that  you  might  live: 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why, 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace  and  di«  ? 


HTMN    5. 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  i 
God.  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  5 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
VVoo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  ; 
Will  you  not  the  grace  receive  ? 
Will  you  still  refuse  to  live  ! 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why, 
Will  you  grieve  your  God,  and  d;< 

4  Dead,  already  dead  within, 
Spiritually  dead  in  sin  ; 

Dead  to  God,  \;hile  here  you  breathe 
Pant  you  after  second  death ! 
Will  you  still  in  sin  remain, 
Greedy  of  eternal  pain  ? 
O,  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  you  forever  die? 


Hymn  5.       L.  M. 

Gosptl  Featt. 

1  Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel-feast ; 
Let  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest ; 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind  ; 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call ; 
The  invitation  is  to  all ; 

Come  all  the  world  !  come,  sinner,  thou ! 

All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 
8  Come  all  ye  souls  by  sin  oppress'd, 

Ye  restless  wand'rers  after  rest ; 

Ye  poor,  and  maira'd,  and  halt,  and  blind, 

In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find, 
4  My  message  as  from  God  receive ; 

Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live ; 

O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain. 

Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain  ! 


HYMN   6; 

His  lov©  is  mighty  to  compel : 
His  conquering  love  consent  to  feel  f 
Yield  to  his  love's  resistless  power, 
And  fight  against  your  God  no  more* 
See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious  bleediig  sacrifice ! 
His  offer'd  benefits  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  sav'd  by  grace  t 

This  is  the  time  ;  no  more  delay  I 
This  is  the  acceptable  day  ; 
Come  in  this  moment,  at  his  call, 
And  live  for  him  who  died  for  all ! 


Hymn  6.       L.  M. 

Gospel  Feast* 

Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word, 
Haste  to  the  supper  of  the  Lord  ; 
Be  wise  to  know  your  gracious  day ; 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away. 
Ready  the  Father  is  to  own, 
And  kiss  his  late-returning  Son  ; 
Ready  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 
Ready  the  spirit  of  his  love, 
Stands  now  the  stony  to  remove  ; 
T'  apply  and  witness  with  the  blood, 
And  wash  and  seal  the  sons  of  God. 
Ready  for  you  the  angels  wait, 
To  triumph  in  your  blest  estate  : 
Tuning  their  harps,  they  long  to  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 
Are  ready  with  their  shining  host : 
All  heaven  is  read)  to  resound, 
11  The  dead's  alive,  the  lost  is  found  I" 


10  HYMN    7—8. 

>>  Come,  then,  ye  sinners,  to  your  L 
In  Christ  to  paradise  restor'd  ; 
His  proffered  benefits  embrnce, 
The  plentitude  of  gospel  grace. 

Hymn  ?7  "   C.  ftl. 

The  Gospel  Feast. 

1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  stort 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms, 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  : 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  feac  ah: 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room  ! 

3  In  Jesus'  condescending  heart 

Both  love  and  pity  meet ; 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart, 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

\  Come  then  and  with  his  people  tasM 
The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 
5  There  with  united  heart  and  voice, 
Before  th'  eternal  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 
G  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 
Are  welcome  still  to  come  ; 
Ye  longing  souls  the  grace  adore. 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

Hymn  8.       7V. 
The  Excellency  of  Public   Worship. 
\  Lord  of  Hosts,  how  lovely  fair, 
Here  on  earth  thy  temples  are ! 


HYMN    9.  21 

Here  thy  waiting  people  see, 
Much  of  heav'n,  and  much  of  thee. 

2  From  thy  gracious  presence  flows 
Bliss,  that  softens  all  our  woes, 
While  thy  Spirit's  holy  fire 
Warms  cur  hearts  with  pure  desire. 

~S  Here  we  supplicate  thy  throne, 
Here  thou  mak'st  thy  glories  known : 
Here  we  learn  thy  righteous  ways, 
Taste  thy  love,  and  sing  thy  praise. 

4  Thus  with  festive  songs  of  joy, 
We  our  happy  lives  employ  $ 
Love,  and  long  to  love  thee  more. 
Till  from  earth  to  heaven  we  soar. 


Hymn  9.       L.  M. 

Weary  Souls  Invited  to  Rest. 
i   Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed. 
Come  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 

O  come,  and  spread  your  woes  to  God  : 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt,  and  heal  your  woes; 
Pardon  and  life  and  endless  peace, 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart : 
We  come  with  trembling,  yet  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Great  Saviour,  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove ; 


12  HYMN    10—11. 

May  that  sweet  influence  in  each  breasu 
Prepare  us  for  thy  heavenly  rest. 


Hymn  10.        L.  M. 

Christ  the   Wisdom  of  God. 

1  Happy  the  man  who  finds  the  grace, 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race, 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Happy  beyond  description  he, 

Who  knows,  "  The  Saviour  died  for  me," 
The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 
And  heavenly  understanding  gains. 

3  Wisdom  divine  !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  wisdom's  costly  merchandize  ! 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  dross  compar'd  to  her. 

4  Her  hands  are  fill'd  with  length  of  days, 
True  riches  and  immortal  praise, 
Riches  of  Christ  on  all  bestow'd, 

,And  honour  that  descends  from  God. 

5  To  purest  joys  she  all  invites, 
Chaste,  holy,  spiritual  delights  : 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  flowery  paths  are  peace. 

6  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains. 
Thrice  happv — who  his  guest  retains  ; 
He  owns  and  shall  forever  own, 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heav'n  are  one. 

Hymn  11.        C.  M. 

Universal  Praise. 

PART   I. 

1   Praise  ye  the  Lord,  y'  immortal  choir. 
That  fill*  the  realms  above  ; 


HYMN    11.  R 

Praise  him  who  forra'd  you  of  his  fire, 
And  feeds  you  with  his  love. 

2  Shine  to  his  praise  ye  chrystal  skies, 

The  floor  of  his  abode  ; 
Or  veil  in  shades  your  thousand  eyes. 
Before  your  brighter  God. 

3  Thou  restless  globe  of  golden  light. 

Whose  beams  create  our  days, 
Join  with  the  silver  green  of  night. 
To  own  your  borrowed  rays. 

4  Winds,  ye  shall  bear  his  name  aloud. 

Through  the  ethereal  blue  ; 
For  when  his  chariot  is  a  cloud, 
He  makes  his  wheels  of  you. 

5  Thunder  and  hail,  and  fires  and  storms, 

The  troops  of  his  command. 
Appear  in  all  your  dreadful  forms, 
And  speak  his  awful  hand. 

part  ir. 

6  Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  surging  seas, 

In  your  eternal  roar; 
Let  wave  to  wave  resound  his  praise. 
And  shore  reply  to  shore. 

7  While  monsters  sporting  on  the  flood, 

In  scaly  silver  shine, 
Speak  terribly  their  maker,  God, 
And  lash  the  foaming  brine. 
3  But  gentler  things  shall  tune  his  name 
To  softer  notes  than  these  ; 
Young  zephyrs  breathing  o'er  the  stream, 
Or  whisp'ring  through  the  trees. 
9  Wave  your  tall  heads  ye  lofty  pines, 
To  him  that  bids  you  grow  ; 
Sweet  clusters  bend  the  fruitful  vines 
On  ev'ry  thankful  bough. 
2 


14  HYMN    12. 

10  Let  the  shrill  birds  his  honors  raise, 

And  climb  the  morning  sky  ; 
While  grov'ling  beasts  attempt  his  praise 
In  hoarser  harmony. 

1 1  Thus  while  the  meaner  creatures  sing. 

Ye  mortals  take  the  sound  ; 
Echo  the  glories  of  your  king 
Through  all  the  nations  round. 

Hymn   12.       C.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Creator. 

1  Hail,  Father  whose  creating  call. 

Unnumbered  worlds  attend, 
Jehovah,  comprehending  all, 
Whom  none  can  comprehend  : 

2  In  light  unsearchable  enthron'd, 

Which  angels  dimly  see, 
The  fountain  of  the  Godhead  own'd, 
And  foremost  of  the  three. 

3  From  thee,  through  an  eternal  now. 

The  Son  thine  offspring  flow'd 
And  everlasting  Father  thou, 
As  everlasting  God. 

4  Nor  quite  display'd  to  worlds  above. 

Nor  quite  on  earth  conceal'd  : 
By  wond'rous  unexhausted  love, 
To  mortal  man  reveaPd. 

5  Supreme  and  all-sufficient  God, 

When  nature  shall  expire, 
And  worlds  created  by  thy  nod, 

Shall  perish  by  thy  fire. 
0  Thy  name,  Jehovah  be  adorM 

By  creatures  without  end, 
Whom  none  but  thy  essential  Word 

And  Spirit  comprehend. 


HYMN    13 14.  15 

Hymn  13.       CM. 

[Tune,  Cambridge.] 
The  Attributes  of  God. 

1  Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines ! 
How  bright  thy  wonders  rise  ! 

Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r, 
Those  motions  speak  thy  skill  ; 

And  on  the  wings  of  e.very  hour 
We  read  thy  patience   still. 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  great  design, 
To  save  rebellious  worms, 

"Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join, 
Tn  their  divinest  forms  ; 

4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known  ; 
Nor  dares  the  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shown, 
The  justice  or  the  grace. 

5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 
Adorn  the  heav'nly  plains  ; 

Bright  seraphs  learn  Imraanuels  name. 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

6  0  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 
In  that  immortal  song  ! 

Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

Hymn  14.        L.  M. 

Praise  to  God* 
*   O  God,  my  God,  my  all  thou  art, 
Ere  shines  the  dawn  of  rising  day 
Thy  sovereign  light  within  my  hearty 
Thine  all  enliv'ning  pow'r  displaye 


lb  HYMN     15. 

2  In  blessing  ihee  with  grateful  songs, 

My  happy  life  shall  glide  away  ; 

The  praise  that  to  thy  name  belongs 

Hourly  with  lifted  hands  I'll  pay. 

3  Abundant  sweetness  while  I  sing, 

Thy  love  my  ravish'd  soul  o'erflows, 
Secure  in  thee,  my  God  my  King, 

Of  glory  that  no  period  knows. 
1   Thy  name,  O  Lord  upon  my  bed 

Dwells  on  my  lips  and  fires  my  thoughts, 
With  trembling  awe  in  midnight  shade 

I  muse  on  all  thy  hands  have  wrought. 

5  In  all  I  do  I  feel  thine  aid, 

Therefore  thy  greatness  will  1  sing, 
O  God  who  bidst  my  heart  be  glad 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

6  My  soul  draws  nigh  and  cleaves  to  thee  ; 

Then  let  or  earth  or  hell  assail, 
Thy  mighty  hand  shall  set  me  free, 

For  whom  thou  sav'st  he  ne'er  shall  fail. 

Hymn  15.       L.  M. 

Unceasing  Praise. 

i   God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days 
My  grateful  tongue  shall  sound  thy  praise  : 
The  song  shall  wake  with  dawning  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  care  would  break  my  rest. 
And  grief  would  tear  my  ihrobing  breast  ; 
Thy  tuneful  praises,  rais'd  on  high, 

Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  the  powers  of  language  fail : 
Joy  through  my  feeble  eyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  those  thanks  1  cannot  speak. 


HXMN    16.  17 

4  But  when  the  final  conflict 's  o'er, 
My  spirit  chain'd  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies  ! 

5  Soon  shall  I  learn  th'  exalted  strains, 
Which  echo  through  the  heavenly  plains  > 
And  emulate  with  joy  unknown, 

The  glowing  seraph's  round  thy  throne, 

6  This  cheerful  tribute  will  I  give, 
Long  as  a  deathless  soul  can  live  ; 
A  work  so  vast,  a  theme  so  high, 
Demands  a  whole  eternity. 


Hymn  16.       L.  M. 

Praise  to  God* 

1  Eternal  pow'r,  whose  high  abode, 
Becomes  the  grandeur  of  a  God : 
Infinite  lengths  beyond  the  bpunds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds* 

2  Thee,  while  the  first  archangel  sings, 
He  hides  his  face  behind  his  wings, 
And  ranks  of  shining  thrones  around 
Fall  worshipping,  and  spread  the  ground. 

3  Lord,  what  shall  earth  and  ashes  do? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too  : 
From  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 
The  Gredt,  the  Holy,  and  the  High! 

4  Earth  from  afar  has  heard  thy  fame, 
And  worms  have  learnt  to  lisp  thy  name  \ 
But  O,  the  glories  of  thy  mind 

Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

5  God  is  in  heaven,  and  men  below, 

Be  short  our  tunes,  our  words  be  few  ; 
A  sacred  rev'rence  checks  our  songs. 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongue? 


IB  men  17. 

Hymn  17.       S.  M. 

Humble  Praise. 

1  Almighty  Maker,  God, 
How  wond'rous  is  thy  name  ! 

Thy  glories  how  diffus'd  abroad, 
Throughout  creation's  frame, 

2  Nature  in  every  dress 
Her  humble  homage  pays, 

And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  expresi 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise. 

3  In  native  white  and  red, 
The  rose  and  lily  stand, 

And  free  from  pride  (heir  beauties  spread, 
To  show  thy  skilful  Jiand. 

4  The  lark  mounts  up  on  high 
With  unambitious  song, 

And  bears  her  Maker's  praise  on  high, 
Upon  her  artless  tongue. 

5  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
To  her  Creator  too ; 

Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King 

And  pay  the  worship  due. 
»3       But  pride,  that  busy  sin, 

Spoils  all  that  I  perform  -, 
Curs'd  pride  that  creeps  securely  in, 

And  swells  a  wretched  worm. 

7  Create  my  soul  anew, 

Or  all  my  worship's  vain  ; 
This  sinful  heart  will  not  be  true. 
Till  it  be  form'd  again. 

8  In  joy  then  let  me  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 

And  to  my  God  my  soul  ascend, 
In  6weet  perfume  of  praise. 


HYMN    18.  19 

Hymn  18.       7'g 

The  Christianas  Song. 

1  Grateful  notes  and  numbers  bring, 
While  Jehovah's  praise  we  sing  ; 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord, 

Be  thy  glorious  name  ador'd* 

2  Men  on  earth,  and  saints  above, 
Sing  the  great  Redeemer's  love  : 
Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail  ; 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail ! 

3  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear 
Our  humble  hallelujah's  hear, 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
"When  with  saints  we  stand  and  siag. 

4  Lead  us  to  that  blissful  state, 
Where  thou  reign'st  supremely  great' 
Look  with  pity  from  thy  throne, 
Send  the  Holy  Spirit  down. 

5  While  on  earth  ordain'd  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way  ; 
Till  we  come  to  reign  with  thee, 
And  thy  glorious  greatness  -see, 

6  Then  with  angels  we'll  again 
Wake  a  louder,  louder  strain ; 
There  in  joyful  songs  of  praise. 
We'll  our  grateful  voices  raise. 

7  There  no  tongue  shall  silent  be, 
There  all  shall  join  sweet  harmony, 
That  thro'  heav'ns  all  spacious  round  ; 
Thy  praise,  O  God,  may  ever  sound. 

Lord  thy  mercies  never  fail, 
Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail* 


30  hvmx  19. 

Hymn  19.       7's. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

Coif*,  and  let  us  sweetly  join, 
Christ  to  praise  in  hymns  divine, 
Give  we  all  with  one  accord, 
Glory  to  our  common  Lord  ; 

9  Hands  and  hearts  and  voices  raise, 
Sing  as  in  the  ancient  days, 
Antedate  the  joys  above, 
Celebrate  redeeming  love. 

1  Strive  we,  in  affection,  strive, 
Let  the  purer  flame  revive, 
Such  as  in  the  Martyrs  glow'd, 
Dying  champions  for  their  God. 

4  We  like  them  may  live  and  love, 
CalPd  we  are  their  joys  to  prove  ; 
Sav'd  with  them  from  future  wrath; 
Partners  of  like  precious  faith. 

6  Sing  we  then  in  Jesus'  name. 
Now  as  yesterday  the  same, 
One  in  ev'ry  age  and  place 
Full  for  all  of  truth  and  grace. 

6  We,  for  Christ,  our  master,  stand, 
Lights  in  a  benighted  land  : 

We  our  dying  Lord  confess  ; 
We  are  Jesus's  witnesses. 

7  Witnesses  that  Christ  hath  dy'd, 
We  with  him  are  crucify'd  : 

Christ  hath  hurst  the  bands  of  death, 
We  his  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe. 

8  Christ  is  now  gone  up  on  high  ; 
(Thither  all  our  wishes  fly  :) 
Sits  at  God's  right  hand  above  ; 
There  with  him  we  reign  in  love. 


HYMN  20—21.  21 

Hymn  20.       L.  M. 

Not  Ashamed  of  Christ, 

1  Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be  ! 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ! 
Asham'd  of  thee  !  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days. 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  sooner  far, 
Let  ev'ning  blush  to  own  a  star  ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus?  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he. 
Bright  Morning-star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend  ! 
No;  when  I  blush — be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe — no   good  to  crave- 
No  fears  to  quell — no  soul  to  save  ! 

6  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then,  1  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  ! 

7  His  institutions  would  1  prize  ; 

Take  up  ray  cross — the  shame  despise  ; 
Dare  to  defend  his  noble  cause, 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws. 

Hymn  21.       S.  M. 

Redeeming   Love* 
1    .   Th'  extent  of  Jesus'  love, 
What  heart  can  comprehend; 


22  HYMN    22. 

A  breadth  whoso  distance  none  can  prove^ 
A  length  without  an  end! 

2  The  first  born  seraphs  try 
The  mystVy  to  explore  ; 

They  cannot  find  it  out,  for  why? 
The  curse  they  never  bore. 

3  The  grace  unsearchable, 
Transcending  human  thought ! 

Who,  in  the  earth  or  heav'n  can  tell, 
Or  find  the  wonder  out. 

4  All  the  angelic  choir 
Unite  to  give  him  praise; 

And  saints  redeeming  love  admire. 
And  loud  hosannas  raise. 

5  To  Christ  we  lift  our  voice, 
Who  have  redemption  found  5 

And  in  his  name  alone  rejoice, 
Whence  all  our  joys  abound. 

6  This  cires  the  burden'd  mind; 
This  calms  the  troubled  heart  5 

This  manifests  the  Saviour  kind, 
And  bids  our  fears  depart ! 


Hymn  22.       C.  M. 

Highway  to  Zion.     Isaiah  xxxv.  8 — TO 

1  Sing  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 

Your  great  deliverer  sing  : 
Pilgrims,  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  See  the  fair  way  his  hand  has  rais'd. 

How  holy,  and  how  plain  ! 
Nor  shall  the  simplest  traveler  err, 
Nor  ask  the  track  in  vain. 

3  Nor  ravening  lion  shall  destroy, 

Nor  lurking  serpent  wound  ; 


HYMN  23.  23 

Pleasure  and  safety,  peace  and  praiser 
Through  all  the  path  are  found. 

4  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on, 

Through  all  the  blissful  road; 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise 
And  see  your  smiling  God ! 

5  These  garlands  of  immortal  joy, 

Shall  bloom  on  ev'rj  head  ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows  all  are  fled. 

o  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength  ; 
Pursue  his  footsteps  still  ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye, 
While  labouring  up  the  hill. 


Hymn  23.        C.  M. 

Redemption. 

1  Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 

Nail'd   to  the  shameful  tree  ; 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans  !  while  nature  shakes. 

And  earth's  strong  piltars  bend! 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done  !  the  precious  ransom's  paid, 

"  Receive  my  soul !"  he  cries  ; 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head  ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies. 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine ; 
t  O  Lamb  of  God  !  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love,  like  thine  ! 


24  HYMN  21—25. 

Hymn  24.       L.  If. 

Easter.     Rom.  iv.  25. 

1  He  dies!  the  friend  of  tinners  dies! 
Lo.  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  ! 

2  Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
For  him  who  groan'u  beneath  your  load  \ 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood  ! 
)  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree! 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo  !   what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ! 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies! 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  deliverer  reigns  ; 
ibing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster,  death,  in  chains  ! 

6  Say,  "  live  forever,  wond'rous  King  ! 

M  Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save !" 
Then  ask  the  monster,  "  w here's  thy  sting?" 
"  And  where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  !" 

Hymn  25.       7V 
Christ's  Resurrection.     Mat.  xxviii.  6, 

1  Hark!   the  herald  angels  «ing, 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  ris'n  to  day! 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly.  Hal. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Th'  battle's  fought,  the  vict'iy  won  ; 


HYMN  26.  25 

Lo  !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er; 
Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell  ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  hath  open'd  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  king, 

"  Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ?" 

Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save, 

"  Where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave?" 

5  What,  though  once  we  perish'd  all, 
Partners  of  our  parents'  fall, 
Second  life  we  shall  receive, 

And  in  Christ  forever  live. 

6  ['  Hail,  thou  dear  Almighty  Lord, 
fc  Hail,  thou  great  incarnate  word; 
1  Hail,  thou  suff'ring  Son  of  God, 

1  Take  the  trophies  of  thy  blood.']     Hal. 

Hymn  26.       7's. 

[Tune,  Hampton — Vil.  Harmony.] 

ChrisVs  Resurrection  and  Ascension. 

iMat.  xxviii.  2. 

1  Angela  roll  the  stone  away, 
Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  : 
See,  the  Saviour  quits  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal   bloom.       Hal. 

2  Shout  ye  seraphs;  Gabriel,  raise 
Fame's  eternal  trump  of  praise  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  to  the  blissful  sound. 

3  N  jw,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
See  the  conqu'ror  mount  the  skies  ; 
Troops  of  angels  on  the  roan, 
Hail,  and  sing  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  Heaven  unfolds  her  portals  wide, 
Glorious  hero,  through  them  ride  ; 

3 


2b  HYMN   27. 

King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

5  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs, 

Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand,  thousand  tongues. 

0  Ev'ry  note  to  rapture  swell  : 

Sing  the  pow'rs  of  death  and  hell  : 
Dragged  in  chains  behind  his  wheels. 
Each  the  wreck  eternal  feels. 

7  Let  Immanuel  be  ador'd, 
Ransom,  mediator,  Lord  ; 
To  creation's  utmost  bound, 
Let  th>  immortal  praise  resound.     Hal. 

Hymn  27.        L.  M. 

[Tune,  Cheshunt — Lock  Hos.] 
Christ's  Ascension.     Psalm  xxiv.  7 — 10. 

1  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead  ; 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 

"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates, 
"  Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way  !" 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  ; 
He  claims  those  man-ions  as  his  right, 
Receive  the  king  of  glory  in. 

\  "  Who  is  the  king  of  glory,  who  ?" 

The  Lord,  that  all  his  foes  oVrcame; 

The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  overthrew. 

And  Jesus  is  the  conqu'rors  name. 
5  Lo  !   his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 


HYMN  28.  27 

"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
u  Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way  P? 
"  Who  is  the  king  of  glory,  who  ?" 
The  Lord  of  boundless  pow'r  possest, 
The  king  of  saints,  and  angels  too, 
God  over  all,  forever  blest ! 


Hymn  28.       C.  M.  double. 

Rejoicing  in  Hope  of  Future  Glory, 

1  And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die  ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  : 
Shall  join  the  disembody'd  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest ; 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down5 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain  : 
I  suffer  on  my  three -score  years, 

Till  my  deliv'rer  come; 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears. 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

3  O,  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me ! 

Before  my  ravishM  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  paradise  ! 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there  ! 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white. 

And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 
I  O,  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet, 
With  that  enraptur'd  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 


%^y  mnoi  29. 

Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pa; 

Take  life  or  friends  away  : 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

Hymn  29.       S.  M.  double. 

[Ti/ne,  Unity.] 
Christian  Soldier. 

1  Hark  !  how  the  watchmen  cry  : 
Attend  the  trumpet's  sound  ; 

Stand  to  your  arms,  the  foe  is  nigh  ! 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  surround  : 
Who  bow  to  Christ's  command. 
Your  arms  and  hearts  prepare : 

The  day  of  battle  is  at  hand! 
Go  forth  to  glorious  war! 

2  See  on  the  mountain  top, 
The  standaid  of  our  God! 

In  Jesus'  name  1  lift  it  up, 

All  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood. 

His  standard  bearer,  I 

To  all  the  nations  call  : 
Let  all  to  Jesus'  cross  draw  nigh  ; 

He  bore  the  cross  for  all. 

3  Go  up  with  Christ  your  Head, 
Your  Captain's  footsteps  see  ; 

Follow  your  Captain,  and  be  led 
To  certain   victory  : 
All  pow'r  to  him  is  giv'n  : 
He  ever  reigns  the  same  : 

Salvation,  happiness,  and  he&v'n, 
Are  all  in  Jesus'  name. 

4  Only  have  faiih  in   God  ; 
In  faith  your  foes  assail  : 

Not  wrestling  against  Ae&h  and  blood, 
Cut  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell : 


HXMN  30.  29 

From  thrones  of  glory  driven, 
By  flaming  vengeance  hurl'd, 
They  throng  the  air  and  darken  heav'n, 
And  rule  the  lower  world. 


Hymn  30.       S.  M.  double. 

Christian  Soldier. 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 
And  put  your  armour  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  GocJ  supplies, 
Through  his  eternal  Son : 

Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  pow'r, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts. 

Is  more  than  conqueror. 

Stand  then  against  your  foes 

In  close  and  firm  array  ; 
Legions  of  wily  fiends  oppose 

Throughout  the  evil  day  : 

But  meet  the  sons  of  night, 

But  mock  their  vain  design, 
Arm'd  in  the  arms  of  heav'nly  light, 

Of  righteousness  divine. 

Leave  no  unguarded  place, 

No  weakness  of  the  soul, 
Take  ev'ry  virtue,  evVy  grace, 

And  fortify  the  whole  : 

Indissolubly  join'd, 

To  battle  all  proceed ; 
But  arm  yourseives  with  all  the  mind 

That  was  in  Christ  your  head. 

Let  truth  the  girdle  be, 

That  binds  your  armour  on, 
In  faithful,  firm  sincerity, 

To  Jesus  cleave  alone. 
3* 


30  HYMN    31. 

Let  faith  and  love  combine 

To  guard  your  valiant  breast ; 
The  plate  be  righteousness  divine, 

Imputed  and  imprest. 
5       Still  let  your  feet  be  shod, 

Ready  his  will  to  do  ; 
Ready  in  all  the  ways  of  God 

His  glory  to  pursue. 

Ruin  is  spread  beneath, 

The  gospel  grace  put  on, 
And  safe  through  all  the  snares  of  death, 

To  life  eternal  run. 


Hymn  31.       L.  M. 

The  Christian  Soldier. 

1  0,  make  me,  Lord,  what  I  should  be, 
To  boldly  face  the  enemy  ; 

That  when  alarm'd  to  call  the  Lord, 
And  pass  the  word  to  all  the  guard. 

2  Grant  me  the  weapons  of  thy  word, 
The  spirit's  powerful  two-edg'd  sword, 
To  slay  my  foes  where'er  they  be, 
And  own  the  vict'ry  won  by  thee. 

3  Thou  art  my  Lord,  keep  me,  I  pray, 
That  I  may  run  the  heav'nly  way  ; 
Nor  from  my  duty  e'er  depart, 

But  live  to  Christ  with  all  my  heart* 

4  Help  me  to  walk  in  humbleness, 
March  in  the  way  of  holiness; 

O  make  me  pure  and  spotless  too, 
And  fit  to  stand  the  grand  review. 

5  That  when  our  General  shall  come, 
With  sound  of  trumpet,  not  of  drum, 

'Tis  then  our  well  dress'd  ranks  shall  stand. 
In  full  review  at  God's  right  hand* 


HYMN    32.  31 

6  And  when  our  foes  shall  get  the  rout, 
And  Jesus  wheels  them  left  about ; 
Then  we'll  march  up  the  heav'nly  street, 
And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet* 

7  The  war  is  o'er,  and  we  are  free 
To  join  the  blood  washM  company ; 
Our  wages  shall  be  harps  of  gold, 

And  joys  of  heav'n  which  can't  be  told. 

8  There  we  shall  drink  full  draughts  of  wine, 
The  band  of  music  we  shall  join  ; 

And  hallelujah's  highest  key, 
Shall  be  our  theme  eternally. 


Hymn  32.        C.  M. 

Holy  Fortitude* 

i  Aula  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 
A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  1  be  carry'd  to  the  skies, 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease  ? 
Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize. 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  keep  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign, 

Increase  my  courage  Lord; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 
b  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 


iS  hymx  33 — 34. 

6  When  that  illustrious  clay  shall  rise. 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  vicfry  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

Hymn  33.       C.  M. 

The  Christianas  FareweL 
1    Ye  golden  lamps  of  heav'n,  farewel, 
With  all  your  feeble  light ; 
Farewel,  thou  ever  changing  moon, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night. 

2  And  thou  refulgent  orb  of  day, 

In  brighter  flames  array'd  ; 
My  soul  that  springs  beyond  thy  sphere, 
No  more  demands  thy  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode  ; 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts, 

Where  I  shall  see  my  God. 
i  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  his  beams  display  ; 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 

With  that  unvaried  day. 
i  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  my  eyes ; 
Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline, 

Amidst  those  brighter  skies. 

i)  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 
Shall  in  one  song  unite, 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view 
With  infinite  delight. 

Hymn  34.       C.  M.  double. 

Church  Militant  and  Triumphant* 
1  Come,  let  us  join  our  fiiends  above, 
Who  have  obtain'd  the  prize, 


HYMN   35-  33 

And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 

To  joys  celestial  rise  : 
One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  hath  cross'd  the  flood, 

And  part  is  crossing  now. 
His  militant,  embodied  host. 

With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 
And  long  to  reach  the  happy  coast 

To  see  the  heav'nly  land. 
E'en  now  by  faith  we  join  our  hands 

With  those  who  went  before, 
And  greet  the  blood  besprinkled  bands 

On  the  eternal  shore. 
Our  old  companions  in  distress 

We  haste  again  to  see ; 
And  eager  long  for  our  release 

And  full  felicity. 
Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 

And  we  expect  to  die. 
Oar  spirits  too  shall  quickly  join, 

Like  theirs  with  glory  crown'd, 
And  shout  to  see  our  Captain's  sign, 

To  hear  his  trumpet  sound  ! 
Oh,  that  we  now  might  grasp  our  guide  ! 

Oh,  that  the  word  were  given  ! 
Come,  Lord  of  hosts,  the  waves  divide; 

And  land  us  all  in  heaven  ! 


Hymn  35.       C.  M. 

Watchfulness  and  Prayer* 

I   Shepherd  divine,  our  wants  relieve, 
In  this  our  evil  day  ; 
To  all  thy  tempted  followers  give 
The  pow'r  to  watch  and  pray. 


34  hymn  36. 

2  Long  as  our  fiery  trials  last, 

Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 
O  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast 
In  never-ceasing  pray'r! 

3  Th'  spirit  of  interceding  grace, 

Give  us  in  faith  to  claim  ; 
To  wrestle  till  we  see  thy  face, 
And  know  thy  hidden  name. 

4  Till  thou  thy  perfect  love  impart. 

Till  thou  thyself  bestow  ; 
Be  this  the  cry  of  ev'ry  heart, 
1  will  not  let  thee  go. 

5  1  will  not  let  thee  go,  unless 

Thou  tell  thy  name  to  me  ; 
With  all  thy  great  salvation  bless 

And  make  me  all  like  thee. 
8  Then  let  me  on  the  mountain  top, 

Behold  thy  open  face  ; 
Where  faith  in  sight  is  swallowed  up. 

And  pray'r  in  endless  praise. 


Hymn  36.        C.  M. 

*     Watchfulness  and  Prayer, 

1  I  want  a  principle  within, 

Of  jealous  godly  fear, 
A  sensibility  of  sin, 
A  pain  to  feel  it  near. 

2  That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  part. 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve, 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience  give. 

3  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make, 
Awake  my  soul,  when  sin  is  nigh, 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 


hymn  37—38.  -35 

4  If  to  the  right  or  left  I  stray, 

That  moment.  Lord,  reprove, 
And  let  me  weep  my  life  away, 
For  having  griev'd  thy  love. 

5  O  !  may  the  least  omission  pain 

My  well-instructed  soul; 
And  drive  me  to  the  blood  again, 
Which  makes  the  wounded  whole. 


Hymn  37.       S.  M. 

Watchfulness   and   Prayer. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have ; 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never  dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky  : 

To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
O  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 

Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  O  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  give. 

Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely  ; 
Assur'd  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die. 


Hymn  38.       C.  M. 

Watchfulness  and  Prayer. 

Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise ! 

What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heav'n  then  let  me  lift  my  eyes. 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 


36  HYMN    39. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 
And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain  ! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears  ! 
8  O,  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 
My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive. 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  |  revail, 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  When  strong  temptations  fright  my  heart. 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside  ; 
My  God  thy  powerful  aid  imparl, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  Still  keep  me  in  thy  heav'uly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  tle^  •, 

And  never  let  me  go  astray, 

Fiotn  happiness  and  thee. 

Hymn  39.       C.  M. 

Watchfulness  and  Prayer* 

1  O,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood 
So  freelj  spilt  for  me. 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne; 
"Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  J-sus  reigns  alone. 

3  O  for  a  lowly  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true  and  dean  ! 
Which  neithef  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 


HYMN  40.  37 

4  A  heart  in  ev'ry  thought  renew'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  tender  heart  is  still  the  same, 

And  melts  at  human  wo : 
Jesus,  for  thee,  distress'd  I  am, 

I  want  thy  love  to  know. 
S  My  heart,  thou  know'st  can  never  rest, 

Till  thou  create  my  peace, 
Till  of  my  Eden  repossessed  ; 

From  ev'ry  sin  I  cease. 

Hymn  40.       C.  M. 

Walking  in  Darkness,  and  Trusting  in  God. 

1  Hear,  gracious  God,  my  humble  moan, 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs  ; 
When  will  the  tedious  night  be  gone, 
And  when  the  dawn  arise  ? 

2  My  God  !  O  could  I  make  the  claim, 

My  Father  and  my  Friend  ! 
And  call  thee  mine,  by  ev'ry  namp 
On  which  thy  saints  depend  ! 

3  By  ev'ry  name  of  pow'r  and  love, 

1  would  thy  grace  entreat ; 
Nor  should  my  humble  hope  remove, 
N  >r  leave  thy  sacred  seat. 

4  Yet  though  my  soul  in  darkness  mourns. 

Thy  word  is  all  my  stay  ; 
Here  will  I  rest  till  light  returns, 
Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 
i  Speak,  Lord,  and  bid  celestial  peace 
Relieve  my  aching  heart; 
Thy  love  can  make  my  sorrow  cease, 
And  all  the  gloom  depart. 
4 


36  hymn  41—42. 

G  Then  shall  ray  drooping  spirit  rise, 
And  bless  thy  healing  rays  ; 
-And  change  these  deep  complaining  sighs 
To  songs  of  sacred  praise. 

Hymn  41.       C.  M. 

The   Contrite  Heart. 

1  O  Thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh, 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye. 

2  See  !  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace. 

A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn  ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  return  ! 
•3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail, 
To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
O  let  cot  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat. 

4  Absent  from  thee,  my  guide,  my  light, 

Without  one  cheering  ray, 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 

5  O  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
And  let  thy  healing  voi?e  impart 

A  taste  of  joys  divine. 
S  Thy  presence  only  can  bestow 

Delights  which  never  cloy  ; 
Be  this  my  comfort  here  below. 

And  my  eternal  joy. 

Hymn  42.        C.  M. 
Penitential  Prayer.     Mat.  iv.  24.     John  V*  2 — 4. 

Mat.  xx.  30—34. 
1   Jesus,  since  thou  art  still  to-day, 
A  j  yesterday  tho  san, 


HYMN    43.  9% 

Present  to  heal,  in  me  display 
The  virtue  of  thy  name. 

2  Since  thou  delightest  still  to  do 

Thy  needy  creatures  good, 
On  me,  that  I  thy  praise  may  show, 
Be  all  thy  wonders  show'ct. 

3  Lame  at  the  pool  I  still  am  seen, 

Waiting  to  find  relief  5 
While  many  others  venture  in, 
And  wash  away  their  grief. 

4  If  thou,  my  Lord,  art  passing  by, 

O  let  me  find  thee  near  ; 
Jesus  in  mercy  hear  my  cry, 
"  Thou  Son  of  David,  Irear." 
h  See,  1  am  waiting  in  thy  way, 
For  thee,  the  heav'nly  light ; 
Command  me  to  be  brought,  and  say5 
11  Sinner,  receive  thy  sight/5 

Hymn  43.        L.  M. 

Importunate   Prayer.     Matt,  vii%  7,  &c 

1  Our  Father,  thron'd  above  the  sky, 
To  thee,  our  empty  hands  we  spread  ; 
Thy  children  at  thy  footstool  lie, 
And  ask  thy  blessings  on  their  head. 

2  With  cheerful  hope  and  filial  fear, 
In  that  august  and  precious  name, 
By  thee  ordain'd,  we  now  draw  near, 
And  would  the  promis'd  blessing  claim. 

3  Does  not  an  earthly  parent  hear 
The  cravings  of  his  famishM  son  ? 
Will  he  reject  the  filial  prayer, 

Or  mock  him  with  a  cake  of  stone  ? 

4  Our  heavenly  Father,  how  much  morte 
Will  thy  divine  compassion  rise  ; 


m  HYMN    44. 

And  open  thy  unbounded  store, 
To  satisfy  thy  children's  cries  ? 

o  Yes,  we  will  ask,  and  seek  and  press 
For  gracious  audience  to  thy  seat, 
Still  hoping,  waiting  for  success, 
In  persevering  to  entreat. 

<S   For  Jesus  in  his  faithful  word 
The  patient  supplicant  has  bless'd, 
And  all  thy  saints  with  one  accord 
The  prevalence  of  prayer  attest. 


Hymn  44.       S.  M. 

Importunate  Prayer  Prevalent  with  God. 

Luke  xviii.  1 — 7. 

I       The  Lord,  who  truly  knows 

The  heart  of  ev'ry  saint, 

Invites  us  by  his  holy  word, 

To  pray  and  never  faint. 

I       He  bows  his  gracious  ear  ; 
We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 
J       Though  unbelief  suggest, 
Why  should  we  longer  wait  ? 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest, 
But  be  importunate. 
I       'Twas  thus  a  widow  poor, 
Without  support  or  friend, 
Beset  the  unjust  judge's  door, 
And  gain'd  at  last  her  end. 
\       And  shall  not  Jesus  hear 
His  chosen,   when  they  cry  ? 
Yes,  though  he  may  awhile  forbear, 
He'll  not  their  suit  deny. 
;       Then  let  us  earnest  be, 
And  never  faint  in  pray'r ; 


hymn  45—46.  41 


He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  his  care* 


Hymn  45.       7's. 

[Tune,  Falmouth.] 
Importunity.     Gen.  xxxii.  26. 

1  Lord,  1  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine  's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 

Ah,  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name  I 
Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea, 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  did'st  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 

Scorn  tby  grace,  thy  pow'r  defy, 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  pray'r; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free, 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Thou  hast  help'd  in  ev1ry  need, 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ;, 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

6  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold, 
5Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  9 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

When  1  plead  for  Jesus1  sake. 


Hymn  46.       10's. 

[Tune,  Walvrortb.     Bridgewater  Col.] 

Prayer  for  the  Latter  Day  Glory. 

J   Lord  of  all  worlds,  incline  thy  bounteous  eui\ 

Thy  children's  voice  in  tender  mercy  hear ; 

Bear  thy  blest  proirase,  fix'd  as  hills,  in  mind. 

And  »hed  renewing  grace  on  lout  mankind  \ 


1-  HYMN    47. 

O  let  thy  spirit  like  soft  dews  descend  ; 
Thy  gospel  run  to  earth's  remotest  end. 
3  Let  Zion's  walls  before  thee  ceaseless  stand. 
Dear  as  thine  eye.  and  graven  on  thy  hand  ; 
From  earth's  far  regions  Jacob's  sons  restore, 
Oppress'd  by  man,  and  seourg'd  by  ihee  no  more  ; 
Enrich'd  with  gold,  adorn'd  with  heav'nly  grace. 
Truth  their  sole  guide,  &  all  their  pleasure  praise. 

3  Then  satan's  kingdom  shall  from  earth  retire, 
Dead  forms  dissolve,  and  furious  zeal  expire  •, 
The  Beast's  fell  throne  shall  darkness  dire  surround. 
Mohammed's  empire  tumble  to  the  ground  : 
The  dreams  of  infidels  in  smoke  decay, 

And  all  the  foes  of  heav'n  shall  fleet  away. 

4  In  barren  wilds  shall  living  waters  spring, 
Fair  temples  rise  and  songs  of  transport  ring  : 
The  savage  mind  with  sweet  affection  warm, 
And  light  and  love  the  yielding  bosom  charm  . 
From  sin's  oblivious  sleep  the  soul  arise, 

And  grace  and  goodness  show'rfrom  balmy  skies. 

5  Then  shall  mankind  no  more  in  darkness  mourn. 
Then  happy  nations  in  a  day  be  born  ; 

From  east  to  west  thy  glorious  name  be  one. 
And  one  pure  worship  hail  th'  eternal  Son  : 
*  Remotest  realms  one  spotless  faith  unite, 
And  o'er  all  regions  beam  the  Gospel's  lights 

Hymn  47.       8,  8,  6. 

[Tune,  Supplication.] 
The  Lortfs  Prayer.     Mat.  vi.  9—- 13. 

1   Our  Father,  whose  eternal  sway, 
The  bright  angelic  hosts  obey, 

O,  lend  a  pitying  ear ! 
When  on  thy  awful  name  we  call. 
And  at  thy  feet  submissive  fall, 

0,  condescend  to  hear  i 


HYMN    4&  43 

2  Far  may  thy  glorious  reign  extend, 
May  rebels  to  thy  sceptre  bend, 

And  yield  to  sovereign  love  ; 
May  we  take  pleasure  to  fulfil 
The  sacred  dictates  of  thy  will, 

As  angels  do  above. 

3  from  thy  kind  hand  each  temporal  good, 
Our  raiment  and  our  daily  food, 

In  rich  abundance  come  ; 
Lord,  give  us  still  a  fresh  supply  ; 
If  thou  withhold'st  thy  hand,  we  die, 
*     And  fill  the  silent  tomb. 
\  Pardon  our  sin's,  O  God,  that  rise, 
And  call  for  vengeance  from  the  skies : 

And  while  we  are  forgiv'n, 
Grant  that  revenge  may  never  rest, 
And  malice  harbour  in  that  breast 

That  feels  the  love  of  heaven. 
5  Protect  us  in  the  dang'rous  hour, 
And  from  the  wily  tempter's  pow'r, 

O,  set  our  spirits  free ; 
And  if  temptation  should  assail, 
May  mighty  grace  o'er  all  prevail, 

And  lead  our  hearts  to  thee. 

£  Thine  is  the  pow'r,  to  thee  belongs 

The  conslant  tribute  of  our  songs, 

All  glory  to  thy  name  ! 
Let  ev'ry  creature  join  our  lays, 
In  one  resounding  act  of  praise, 

Thy  wonders  to  proclaim. 


Hymn 


48.      L.  M. 


Exhortation  to  Prayer* 
What  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 


44  HYMN    49. 

2  Pray'r  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw. 
Pray'r  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  ev'ry  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  pray'r,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Pray'r  makes  the  christian's  armor  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles,  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide. 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side; 

But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words?  ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heav'n  in  supplication  sent; 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oft'ner  be, 
:t  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 


Hymn  49.        L.  M. 

Prayer  for  the  Success  of  Missions* 

1  Indulgent  God,  to  thee  we  pray, 
Be  with  us  on  this  solemn  day  ; 
Smile  on  our  souls,  our  plans  approve, 
By  which  we  seek  to  spread  thy  love. 

2  Let  party  prejudice  be  gone, 
And  love  unite  our  hearts  in  one  ; 
Let  all  we  have  and  are,  combine 
To  aid  this  glorious  work  of  thine. 

3  [Point  us  to  men  of  upright  mind, 
Devoted,  diligent,  and  kind  ; 

With  grace  be  all  their  hearts  endow'd. 
And  light  to  guide  theia  in  the  road. 


HYMN   50.  45 

With  cheerful  steps  may  they  proceed, 
Where'er  thy  providence  shall  lead  ; 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  their  work  befriend, 
And  mercy  all  their  paths  attend.] 
Great  let  the  bands  of  those  be  found 
Who  shall  attend  the  gospel  sound  ; 
And  let  barbarians,  bond  and  free, 
In  suppliant  throngs  resort  to  thee. 
Where  Pagan  altars  now  are  built, 
And  brutal  blood,  or  human,  spilt, 
There  be  the  bleeding  cross  high  rear'd, 
And  God,  our  God,  alone  rever'd. 
Where  captives  groan  beneath  their  chain. 
Let  grace,  and  love,  and  concord  reign  ; 
The  aged  and  the  infant  tongue, 
Unite  in  one  harmonious  song. 


Hymn  50.       L.  M. 

God  Entreated  for  Zion.     Isaiah  lxii.  6,  7. 

1  Indulgent  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
And  wilt  thou  bow  thy  gracious  ear? 
While  feeble  mortals  raise  their  cries, 
Wilt  thou,  the  great  Jehovah,  hear  ? 

2  How  shall  thy  servants  give  thee  rest, 
Till  Zion's  mould'ring  walls  thou  raise  ? 
Till  thy  own  pow'r  shall  stand  confessed, 
And  make  Jerusalem  a  praise. 

3  For  this  a  lowly  suppliant  crowd 
Here  in  thy  sacred  temple  wait ; 
For  this  we  lift  our  voices  loud 

And  call,  and  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 

4  Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  view  the  desolation  round  ; 

See  what  wide  realms  in  darkness  lie, 
And  hurl  their  idols  to  the  ground. 


46  HYMS    51. 

5  Loud  Jet  the  gospel  trumpet  blow, 
And  call  the  nations  from  afar; 
Let  all  the  isles  their  Saviour  know, 
And  earth's  remotest  ends  draw  near. 

$  On  all  our  souls  let  grace  descend, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  in  copious  showers, 
That  we  may  call  our  God  our  friend. 
That  we  may  hail  salvation  ours. 

?   Then  shall  each  age  and  rank  agree, 
United  shouts  of  joy  to  raise  ; 
And  Zion  made  a  praise  by  thee, 
To  thee  shall  render  back  the  praise. 


Hymn  51.       L.  M. 

Prayer  for  the  Spread  of  the  GosptL 

1  Thy  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word, 
And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face, 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy-seat, 

And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2  We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee, 
Thy  sovereign  mercy  to  entreat; 
And  feel  some  animating  hope, 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet. 

3  Hast  thou  not  sworn  to  give  thy  Son. 
To  be  a  light  to  Gentile  lands  ; 

To  open  the  benighted  eye, 

And  loose  the  wretched  pris'ner's  bands  ? 

4  Hast  thou  not  said  from  sea  to  sea 
His  vast  dominions  shall  extend  ? 
That  ev'ry  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 
And  ev'ry  knee  before  him  bend  ? 

5  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear, 
The  time  to  favor  Sion  come  ; 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  ftff  and  near, 
To  call  thy  banishM  children  horn**. 


hymn  52—53.  47 

Hymn  52.       C.  M. 

On  a  Public  Fast. 
I  See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne, 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
-Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

2  Tremendous  judgments  from  thy  hand 

Thy  dreadful  pow'r  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  yet  we  live  to  pray. 

3  Great  God,  and  is  our  country  spard, 

Ungrateful  as  we  are  ? 
O,  be  thine  awful  warnings  heard. 
While  mercy  cries,  forbear! 

4  How  changM,  alas !  are  truths  divine. 

For  error,  guilt,  and  shame  ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin3 
Disgrace  the  christian  name  ! 

5  O,  bid  us  turn,  almighty  Lord, 

By  thy  resistless  grace ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word. 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

6  Then  should  insulting  foes  invade, 

We  shall  not  sink  in  fear; 
Secure  of  never  failing  aid, 
If  God,  our  God,  is  near. 

Hymn  53.       L.  M 
Fast  Hymn.     Luke  v.  34,  3d. 

1  While  God  on  Zion  smiles  in  love, 
And  heav'nly  dews  distil  around. 
The  saints  rejoice,  and  soar  above. 
Nor  fast,  nor  mourning-day  is  found. 

2  But  when  the  bridegroom  takes  his  fli: 
The  church  soon  wears  a  sable  gloom  ; 


48  HYMN    54. 

The  day  is  turn'd  to  dismal  night, 
And  fasting  then  may  well  have  room. 

3  The  bridegroom's  voice  here  once  was  known, 
His  children  walked  in  light  and  love  : 

But  now,  O,  where  has  Jesus  gone  ! 
Whither  has  flown  the  he^v'nly  dove? 

4  Our  day  of  fasting  now  has  come, 
Well  may  we  weep  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  dwell  like  strangers,  far  from  home. 
We  sigh  to  hear  some  cheering  word. 

5  Return,  O  Jesus  !  quirk  return, 
Return  and  cheer  thy  drooping  vine  •, 
Shall  we  thy  abseuce  longer  mourn  ? 
For  thou  art  ours,  and  we  are  thine. 

6  Thy  work  of  grace,  O  God,  revive  ; 
Come  raise  our  hearts  and  souls  above  ; 
Make  all  our  christian  graces  thrive. 
And  turn  our  fast  to  feasts  of  love. 


Hymn  54.       C.  M. 

Pleading  for  Mercy*     For  a  Fast  Day. 

1  Come,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord, 

Whose  judgments  yet  delay  ; 
Who  yet  suspends  the  lifted  sword, 
And  gives  us  leave  to  pray. 

2  Great  is  our  guilt,  our  fears  are  great. 

But  let  us  not  despair  ; 
Still  open  is  the  mercy  seat, 
To  penitence  and  prayer. 

3  Kind  intercessor,  to  thy  love, 

This  blessed  hope  we  owe  ; 
O,  let  thy  merits  plead  above, 
While  we  implore  below. 

4  O,  gracious  God,  for  Jesus'  sake. 

Attend  thy  people's  cry  ; 


HYMN    55.  49 

Nor  let  the  kindling  vengeance  break 
Destructive  from  thine  eye. 

Though  justice,  near  thy  awful  throne, 

Attends  thy  dread  command, 
Lord,  hear  thy  servants,  hear  thy  Son, 

And  save  a  guilty  land* 


Hymn  55.       C.  M. 
For  a   Time  of  General  Sickness. 

1  Death,  with  his  dread  commission  seal'd. 

Now  hastens  to  his  arras  ; 
In  awful  state  he  takes  the  field, 
And  sounds  his  dire  alarms. 

2  Attendant  plagues  around  him  stand, 

And  wait  his  dread  command  ; 
And  pains,  and  dying  groans  obey 
The  signal  of  his  hand. 

3  With  cruel  force  he  scatters  round 

His  shafts  of  deadly  power; 
While  the  grave  waits  its  destined  prey, 
Impatient  to  devour. 

4  Sovereign  of  life, %  we  own  thy  hand, 

In  ev'ry  chasiening  stroke  ; 
And  while  we  smart  beneath  thy  rod, 
Thy  presence  we  invoke. 
6  To  thee,  in  our  distress  we  cry  ; 
Lord  bow  thy  gracious  ear  : 
O,  let  thy  word  our  life  prolong, 
And  bring  salvation  near! 
6  Thpn  in  the  courts  of  righteousness, 
With  all  the  pious  throng, 
We  will  record  our  solemn  vows, 
And  tune  our  grateful  song. 
5 


Hymn  56.       L.  M. 

Prayer  for  Peace. 

i  While  justice  waves  her  vengeful  hand 
Tremendous  o'er  a  guilty  land, 
Almighty  God,  thy  awful  pow'r 
With  fear  and  trembling  we  adore. 

2  Where  shall  we  fly  but  to  thy  feet? 
Our  only  refuge  is  thy  seat  ; 

Thy  seat,  where  potent  mercy  pleads, 
And  holds  thy  thunder  from  our  heads. 

3  While  peace  and  plenty  blest  our  day?; 
Where  was  the  tribute  of  our  praise  ? 
Ungrateful  race  !  how  have  we  spent 
The  blessings  which  thy  goodness  lent! 

4  [Pale  famine  now,  and  wasting  war, 
With  threatening  frown,  thy  wrath  declare; 
But  war  and  famine  are  thy  slaves, 

Nor  can  destroy  when  mercy  saves.] 

5  Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye  ; 
Though  loud  our  crimes  for  vengeance  cry  5 
Let  mercy's  louder  voice  prevail, 

Nor  thy  long-suff'ring  patience  lail. 

(•  EncouragM  by  thy  sacred  word, 
May  we  not  plead  thy  promise,  Lord, 
That  when  an  humble  nation  mourns; 
Thy  rising  wrath  to  pity  turns  ? 

7  O  let  thy  sovereign  grace  impart 
Contrition  to  each  rocky  heart ; 
And  bid  sincere  repentance  fto 
In  general,  undisscmbled  wo. 

3  [Fair  smiling  peace  again  restoh 
With  plent}   bless  the  pining  poor  : 
And  may  a  happy,  thankful  land, 
Obedient  own  thy  guardian  hat 


HYMN    57~5tf.  SI 

Hymn  57.       L.  M.. 

Prayer  for  Peace.     Amos  iii.  1 — 6. 

1  While  o'er  our  guilty  land,  O  Lord, 
We  view  the  terrors  of  thy  sword, 
O  whither  shall  the  helpless  fly  ? 
To  whom  but  thee  direct  their  cry  ? 

2  The  helpless  sinner's  cries  and  tears 
Are  grown  familiar  to  thine  ears  : 
Oft  has  thy  mercy  sent  relief, 
"When  all  was  fear  and  hopeless  grief. 

3  On  thee,  our  guardian  God,  we  call— 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace  we  fall ; 
And  is  there  no  deliverance  there? 
And  must  we  perish  in  despair  ? 

4  See,  4ve  repent,  we  weep,  we  mourn- 
To  our  forsaken  God  we  turn  ! 

O  spare  our  guilty  country — spare 

The  church  which  thou  hast  planted  there. 

5  We  plead  thy  grace,  indulgent  God  ; 
We  plead  thy  Son's  atoning  blood; 
We  plead  thy  gracious  promises — 
And  are  they  unavailing  pleas  ? 

6  These  pleas  presented  at  thy  throne, 
Have  brought  ten  thousand  blessings  downj 
On  guilty  lands  in  helpless  wo  : 

Let  them  prevail  to  save  us  too. 


Hymn  58.      C.  i\L 

Secret  Prayer.     Blat.  vi.  6. 
Father  divine !  thy  piercing  eye 

Sees  through  the  darkest  night  9 
In  deep  retirement  thou  art  nigh. 

With  heart  discerning  sight. 
There  shall  that  piercing  eye  surrey 

My  duteous  homage  paid, 


52  HYMN    59. 

With  evVy  morning's  dawning  ray. 
And  ev'ry  evening's  shade. 

3  O,  may  thy  own  celestial  fire 

The  incense  still  inflame; 
While  my  warm  vows  to  thee  aspire, 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name, 

4  So  shall  the  visits  of  thy  love 

My  soul  in  secret  bless  ; 
So  shah  thou  deign  in  worlds  above. 
Thy  suppliant  to  confess. 


Hymn  59.       L.  M. 
Prayer  for  Divine  Support. 

1  O  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light ; 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee, 
O  burst  these  bonds  and  set  it  free ! 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross, 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross  ; 
Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within, 
Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 
Be  thou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way, 
No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near- 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  wto, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour,  where'er  thy  steps  1  see, 
Dauntless,  untir'd,  1  follow  thee  ; 
O  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill  ! 

6  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day  j 


HYMN    60,  5CJ 

Till  toil  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy  and  pea^c. 


Hymn  60.       L.  M. 
A   Thanksgiving  Hymn, 

1  Almighty  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
To  ihee  let  songs  of  gladness  rise, 
Each  grateful  heart  its  tribute  bring, 
And  ev'ry  voice  thy  goodness  sing. 

2  From  thee  our  choicest  blessings  flow. 
Life,  health,  and  strength  thy  hands  bestow  \ 
The  daily  good  thy  creatures  share, 
Springs  from  thy  providential  care. 

3  The  rich  profusion  nature  yields, 
The  harvests  waving  o'er  the  fields, 
The  cheering  light,  refreshing  shower, 
Are  gifts  from  thy  exhaustless  store. 

4  At  thy  command,  the  vernal  bloom 
Revives  the  world  from  winter's  gloom 
The  summer's  heat  the  fruit  matures, 
And  autumn  all  her  treasures  pours. 

5  From  thee  proceed  domestic  ties, 
Connubial  bliss,  paternal  joys  ; 
On  thy  support  the  nations  stand, 
Obedient  to  thy  high  command. 

6  But  how  shall  frail,  imperfect  man, 
Whose  being  reaches  but  a  span,  * 
Attempt  in  earth-born  strains  to  prove 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  love  ! 

7  Let  ev'ry  pow'r  of  heart  and  tongue, 
Unite  to  swell  the  grateful  song ; 
While  age  and  youth  in  chorus  join* 
And  praise  the  Majesty  divine. 

5* 


54  hymn  61—62. 

Hymn  61.       CM. 

Walking  with  God.     Gen.  v.  24. 

1  O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A,  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 

4  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

8  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enioy'd! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void. 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn^ 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whatever  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne. 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


Hymn  62.       L.  M. 

Holy  Resolution. 
Ah,  wretched  souls,  who  strive  in  vain  ! 
Slaves  to  the  world,  and  slaves  to  sin  J 
A  nobler  toil  may  I  sustain, 
A  nobler  satisfaction  win. 
I  would  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 
With  all  iny  powers  to  serve  the  Lord ; 


HYMN    &3.  06 

N©r  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
"Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

3  O  be  his  service  all  my  joy, 
Around  let  my  examples  shine  ; 
Till  others  love  the  bless'd  employ, 
And  join  in  labours  so  divine. 

4  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 
My  solemn,  my  determined  choice  , 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

5  O  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor  wander  from  thy  sacred  ways ; 
Great  God,  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 

Hymn  63.        L.  M, 

Persecution* 

1  Absurd  and  vain  attempt !  to  bind 
With  iron  chains,  the  free-born  mind  $ 
To  force  conviction,  and  reclaim 
The  wand'ring,  by  destructive  flame  ! 

2  Bold  arrogance,  to  snatch  from  heav'j* 
Dominion  not  to  mortals  giv'n ! 

O'er  conscience  to  usurp  the  throne, 
Accountable  to  God  alone. 

3  Mad  zeal !  that  fills  the  world  with  wo ! 
That  hurls  down  kingdoms  at  a  blow ! 
That  wakens  vengeance  to  devour 
The  foes  of  anti-chri&tian  power. 

4  Jesus,  thy  gentle  law  of  love 
Does  no  such  cruelties  approve  ; 
Mild  as  thyself,  thy  doctrine  wields 
No  arms,  but  what  persuasion  yields. 

5  By  proofs  divine  and  reason  strdng, 
It  draws  the  willing  soul  along  5 


$*>  Hymn  (U—63, 

And  conquests  to  thy  church  acquires 
By  eloquence,  which  heav'n  inspires, 
6  O  happy,  who  are  thus  compelPd 
To  the  rich  feast  by  Jesus  held  ! 
May  we  this  blessing  know,  and  prize 
3 lie  light  which  liberty  supplies. 

Hymn  64.       L.  M. 

Longing  for  the   Promised  Spread  of  the  Gospel. 
Dan.  li.  45. 

1  Exert  thy  pow'r,  thy  rights  maintain, 
Insulted — everlasting  King  ! 

The  influence  of  thy  crown  increase, 
And  strangers  to  thy  footstool  bring. 

2  We  long;  to  see  that  happy  time, 
That  dear  expected,   blessed  day  ! 
When  countless  myriads  of  our  race 
The  second  Adam  shall  obey. 

3  The  prophecies  must  be  fulfil  Pd, 
Though  earth  and  hell  should  dare  oppose 
The  stone,  cut  from  the  mountain'*  side, 
Though  unobserv'd,  to  empire  grows. 

4  Soon  Afric's  long  enslaved  sons. 
Shall  join  with  Europe's  polish'd  race. 
To  celebrate,  in  ditPrent  tongues, 
The  glories  of  redeeming  grace. 

5  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 
Emmanuel's  kingdom  shall  extend  -9 
And  ev'ry  man,  in  ev'ry  face, 

Shall  meet  a  brother  and  a  friend. 


Hymn  63.      C.  M. 
The  Christian   Warrior  Animated* 
Hark  !  'tis  our  heav'nly  leader's  voice. 
From  the  bright  realms  above ! 


HYMN  66.  57 

Amidst  the  war's  tumultuous  rage, 

A  voice  of  power  and  love. 
11  Maintain  the  fight,  my  faithful  band, 

Nor  fear  the  mortal  blow  ; 
He  that  in  such  a  warfare  dies, 

Shall  speedy  vict'ry  know. 
"  I  have  my  days  of  combat  known, 

And  in  the  dust  was  laid ; 
But  now  I  sit  upon  my  throne, 

And  glory  crowns  my  head. 

11  This  throne,  this  glory  shall  be  yours, 

My  hands  the  crown  shall  give  ; 
And  you  the  blest  reward  shall  share, 

Whilst  God  himself'shall  live." 
Lord,  'tis  enough,  our  souls  are  fir'd 

With  courage  and  with  love  ; 
Vain  are  th'  assaults  of  earth  and  hell, 

Our  hopes  are  fix'd  above. 

We'll  trace  the  footsteps  thou  hast  trod, 

To  triumph  and  renown  ; 
Nor  shun  the  combat  and  thy  cross, 

May  we  but  wear  thy  crown. 


Hymn  66.       8  lines.  7's. 

Success  of  the  Gospel. 

1  See,  how  great  a  flame  aspires, 

Kindled  by  a  spark  of  grace ! 
Jesus'  love  the  nations  fires, 

Sets  the  kingdoms  in  a  blaze. 
T'  bring  free  grace,  on  earth  he  came, 

Kindled  in  some  hearts  it  is  ; 
O  that  all  might  catch  the  flame, 

All  partake  the  glorious  bliss  ! 

2  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day : 


9B  tarMM  67. 

Now  the  won]  do'.h  swiftly  run, 
Now  it  wins  its  wid'ning  way  : 

More  and  more  it  spreads  and  grows, 
Ever  mighty  to  p 

Sin's  strong  hold  ii  now  oVrthrows. 
Shakes  the  tretnh'  g  of  hell, 

3  Sons  of  Go(J  your  Saviour  praise  : 

He  the  door  hath  open'd  wide  : 
He  hath  giv'n  the  word  of  grace, 
Jesus'  word  is  glorify'd ! 

Jesus  mighty  to  redeem, 

He  alone  the  work  hath  wrought ; 
Worthy  is  the  work  of  him, 

Him  who  spake  a  world  from  nought. 

4  Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  a  human  hand  ? 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land  y 
Lo !  the  promise  for  a  show'r 

Drops  already  from  above  ; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 

All  the  spirit  of  his  love  ! 


Hymn  67.       C.  M 

[Tune,  The  True  Penitent.] 
Revival  vf  Religion  Seen. 

i  Hark!  hear  the  sound,  on  earth  'tis  found* 
My  soul  delights  to  hear 
Of  dying  love  that's  from  above, 
Of  pardon  bought  most  dear. 

2  Young  converts  sing  and  praise  their  King 

And  bless  God's  holy  name  ; 
Whilst  older  saints  leave  their  complaints, 
And  joy  to  join  the  theme. 

3  Convinced  of  Ha,  men  now  begin 

To  call  upon  the  Lord, 


HYM*    68.  W 

Trembling  they  pray,  and  mourn  the  day, 

In  which  they  scorn'd  his  word. 
*  God's  chariot  rolls,  and  frights  the  souls 

Of  those  who  hate  the  truth  ; 
And  saints  in  pray'r,  cry,  4  Lord  draw  near, 

Have  mercy  on  the  youth.' 
3  Pour  down  a  show'r,  of  thy  great  pow'r. 

On  ev'ry  aching  heart  ; 
On  all  who  try,  and  humbly  cry, 

That  they  may  have  a  part. 

0  Come  sinners,  all,  now  hear  God's  call. 

And  pray  with  one  accord  ! 
Saints,  raise  your  songs,  with  joyful  tongue. 
To  hail  th'*  approaching  Lord. 

Hymn  63.       C.  M. 

[Tuae,  "Our  Souls  in  Love."] 
Church   Union.     Col.  ii.  ?. 

1  Our  souls   in  love,  together  knit, 

Cemented,  join'd  in  one  ; 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voicc: 
'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  burn'd,  while  Jesus  spake, 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire  ; 
He  stoop'd,  and  talk'd,  and  fed,  and  blest. 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

CHORUS.       L.  M. 

u  A  Saviour !"  let  creation  sing  ! 

"A  Saviour!"  let  all  heaven  ring! 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 
His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours, 
'T is  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er, 
We're  joining  them  who  're  gone  before 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 
)  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heav'ns  are  big  with,  rain  ; 


■! 


60  HYMN   69. 

We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
And  all  its  fullness  share. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows! 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 
O  sweep  the  nations  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 
Chorus.     UA  Saviour!"  &c. 

5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaim'd   by  thee  ihine  own. 
C  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 
Be  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace  ; 
From  glory  unto  glwry  chang'd, 
Behold  thee  face  to  lace. 
Chorus.     u  A  Saviour  P'  &c. 

Hymn  69.        C.  M. 

Mysteries  of  Providence.      John  xiii.  7, 

1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mires 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  bis  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  meicy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord   by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  lace. 

5  His  purposes  Will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  cv'ry  hour; 


HYMN    70.  61 


The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flow'r. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
Aud  he  will  make  it  plain. 


Hymn  70.      C.  M. 

Servants  of  God  always  Safe, 

1  How  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  O  Lord, 

How  sure  is  their  defence  ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide. 
Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  In  foreign  realms  and  lands  remote, 

Supported  by  thy  care  ; 
Through  burning  climes  they  pass  unhur: 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air. 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  'o  save. 

4  The  storm  is  laid — the  winds  retire. 

Obedient  to  thy  will  : 
The  sea  that  roars  at  thy  command. 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  deaths, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore  ; 
We'll  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past. 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  Our  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  our  lot 
Shall  join  our  soul&  to  thee. 
6 


&2  HYMN    71. 

Hymn  71.       S.  M. 

Reliance  on  Divine  Providence. 

1  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears, 
Hope,  and  be  undismay'd  ; 

God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  teai^: 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head  : 

Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  BtOltBS, 

He  gentl)  clears  thy  way  ; 
Wait  thou  his  time,  so  shall  this  night, 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

2  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart, 
Still  sinks  thy  spirits  down  ? 

Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart. 
And  ev'ry  care  begone. 

What  though  thou  rulest  not, 
Yet  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim  God  sitteth  on  the  throne. 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

3  Leave  to  his  sovereign  sway 
To  choose  and  to  command  ; 

So  shall  thou,  wond'rirg.  own  his  way, 
How  wise,  how  stiong  his  hand! 

Far,  far  above  thy  thought 
His  counsel  shall  appear, 
When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought. 
That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

4  Thou  sce'st  our  weakness,  Lord  ; 
Our  hearts  are  known  to  thee  ; 

O  lift  thou  up  the  sinking  head, 
Confirm  the  feeble  knee  : 

Let  us  in  life,  in  death. 
Thy  steadfast  truth  declare  ; 
And  publish  with  our  latest  breath. 
Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 


HYMN  72.  63 

Hymn  72.       S.  M. 
Reliance  on  Divine  Providence. 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 

And  ways  into  his  hands, 
To  his  sure  trust  and  tender  care, 

Who  earth  and  heav'n  commands  : 

Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 

Whom  wind  and  seas  obey, 
He  shall  direct  thy  wand'ring  feet, 

He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 

So  safe  shalt  thou  go  on  ; 
Fix  on  his  work  thy  steadfast  eye. 

So  shall  thy  work  be  done  : 

No  profit  canst  thou  gain, 

By  self-consuming  care  ; 
To  him  commend  thy  cause,  his  ear 

Attends  the  softest  pray'r. 

Thine  everlasting  truth, 

Father,  thy  ceaseless  love, 
Sees  all  thy  children's  wants,  and  knows 

What  best  for  each  will  prove  : 

And  whatsoe'er  thou  wilPst 

Thou  do'st,  O  King  of  Kings  ! 
What  thine  unerring  wisdom  chose, 

Thy  power  to  being  brings. 

Thou  ev'ry  where  hast  sway, 

And  all  things  serve  thy  might, 
Thine  ev'ry  aci  pure  blessing  is, 

Thy  path  unsully'd  light. 

When  thou  arisest.  Lord, 

What  shall  thy  work  withstand? 
When  all  thy  children  want,  thou  giv'st, 

Who,  who  shall  stay  thy  hand  ? 


64  hymn  73—74. 

Hymn  73.       L  M. 

On  Opening  a  New  Place  of  Worship. 
Psalm  lxxxvii.  5. 

1  And  will  the  Lord.  Almighty  God. 
On  earth  establish  his  abode  ? 

Arjd  will  he  from  hi*,  radiant  throne 
Avow  our  temples  for  his  own  ? 

2  We  bring  the  tribute  of  our  praise, 
And  sing  that  condescending  grace, 
Which  to  our  notes  will  lend  an  ear, 
And  call  us,  sinful  mortals,  near. 

3  Our  Father's  watchful  care  we  bless, 
Which  guards  our  s>nagogues  in  peace. 
That  no  tumultuous  foes  invade, 

.  To  fill  our  worshippers  with  dread. 

4  These  walls  we  to  thy  honour  raise  ; 
L'.ng  may  they  echo  with  thy  praise: 
And  thou  descending  fill  the  place, 
"With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

5  Mere  let  the  great  Kedeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train  ; 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends. 

C   And  in  the  great  decisive  day, 

When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
M  >y  it  before  the  world  appear, 
That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here. 

Hymn  74.       C.  M. 

On  Opening  a   Place  for  Social   Prayer. 
i   O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 
For  here  we  trust  thou  art! 
Send  down  a  coal  of  heav'nly  fire, 
To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 


HYMN    75,  65 

2  Great  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear, 

Thy  pre>ence  now  display  ; 
As  thou  hast  giv'n  a  place  for  prayer, 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

3  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

4  Within  these  walls  let  holy  praise, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell  ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

5  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow  ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

6  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers  ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

7  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

Enforced  by  mighty  grace, 
Awaken  many  sinners  round, 
To  come  aad  fill  the  place. 


Hymn  75.       L.  M. 
People's  Prayer  for  their  Minister. 

1  With  heav'nly  pow'r,  O  Lord,  defend, 
Him,  whom  we  now  to  thee  commend  ; 
His  person  bless,  his  soul  secure, 

And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 

2  Gird  him  with  all-sufficient  grace, 
Direct  his  feet  in  paths  of  peace  : 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfil, 
And  help  him  to  obey  thy  will. 

6* 


t>6  hvmn  76, 

3  Before  him  thy  protection  send, 
O  love  him,  save  him  to  the  end  j 
Nor  let  him,  as  thy  pilgrim  rove 
Without  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 

4  Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart; 
In  him  thy  mighty  pow'r  exert; 
That  thousands  yet  unborn  may  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 


Hymn  76.       S.  M. 

Minister  Going  a  Journey. 

i        [Since  we  are  call'd  to  part 
From  our  beloved  friend, 
We  take  our  leave  as  one  in  heart, 
And  him  to  God  commend.] 

2  Go  with  thy  servant.  Lord, 
His  evVy  step  attend  ; 

All  needful  help  to  him  afford, 
And  bless  him  to  the  end, 

3  Preserve  him  from  all  wrong, 
Sfcind  thou  at  his  right  hand  ; 

To  keep  him  from  the  slanderous  tongue, 
And  persecuting  band. 

4  May  he  proclaim  aloud, 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 

Ami  do  thou  to  the  listening  crowd 
His  faithful  labours  bless. 

5  Shine  on  his  works  below, 
With  ever  gracious  beams; 

Till  thou  in  heaven  his  crown  bestow, 
Adorn'd  with  brighter  gems. 

6  We  for  his  journey  pray, 
Nor  may  our  praying  cease; 

That  God  would  bless  him  in  his  way, 
And  bring  him  back  in  peace. 


hymn  77 — 78.  67 

7       Farewe],  dear  pastor,  go — 
We  part  with  thee  in  love  ; 
And  if  we  meet  no  more  below, 
O  may  we  meet  above. 

Hymn  77.       L.  M. 

Prayer  for  a  Sick  Minister.      John  xi.  IS, 

1  O  thou,  before  whose  gracious  throne, 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirit  down  : 
Vie*  the  sad  breast,  the  streaming  eye, 
And  let  our  sorrows  pierce  the  sky. 

2  Thou  know'st  the  anxious  cares  we  feel, 
And  all  our  trembling  lips  would  tell  5 
Thou  only  canst  assuage  our  grief, 

And  yield  our  wo-fraught  heart  relief. 

3  With  povv'r  benign,  thy  servant  spare, 
Nor  turn  aside  thy  people's  prayer  ; 
Avert  thy  swift  descending  stroke, 
Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock. 

4  Restore  him  sinking  to  the  grave; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save  ; 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 

And  bid  our  friend  and  father  live. 

5  Bound  to  each  soul  by  tend'rest  ties, 
In  evVy  breast  his  image  lies  ; 

Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God,  impart, 

Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 

6  Yet  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  pray'rs  and  tears  can  nought  prevail, 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  sale  to  endless  day. 

Hymn  787    C.  M. 
Death  of  a  Minister. 
1  His  master  taken  from  his  head, 
Ehsha  saw  him  go ; 


68  hymn  79. 

And  in  desponding  accents  said, 
11  Ah  !  what  must  Israel  do  V* 

2  But  he  forgot  the  Lord,  who  lifts 

The  beggar  to  the  throne  ; 
Nur  knew  that  all  Elijah's  gifts, 
Would  soon  be  made  his  own. 

3  What — when  a  Paul  has  run  his  course. 

Or  when  A  polios  dies — 
Is  Israel  left  without  resource  ? 
And  have  we  no  supplies  ? 

4  Yes,  while  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 

We  have  a  boundless  store  ; 
.And  shall  be  fed  with  what  he  gives 
Who  lives  for  evermore. 

Hymn  79.       C.  M. 

Prayer  for   Vacant   Churches. 
Numb,  xxvii.  \5 — 17. 

1  Father  of  spirits,  from  thy  hand, 

Our  souls  immortal  came  ; 
And  still  thine  energy  divine 
Supports  th'  etherial  flame. 

2  To  thee,  when  mortal  comforts  fail, 

Thy  flock,  deserted,  flies  ; 
And  on  th'  eternal  shepherd's  care. 
Our  cheerful  hope  relies. 

3  When  o'er  thy  faithful  servants'  dust 

Thy  dear  assemblies  mourn, 
In  speedy  tokens  of  thy  grace, 
O,  Israel's  God,  return. 

4  The  powVs  of  nature  all  are  thine. 

And  thine  the  aids  of  grace  ; 
Thine  arm  has  borne  thy  churches  up. 
Through  cv'ry  rising  race. 

5  Exert  thy  sarred  influence  here, 

And  here  thy  suppliants  bless, 


HYMN  80.  69 

And  change  to  strains  of  cheerful  praise, 
Their  accents  of  distress. 
6   With  faithful  he;m  and  skilful  hand, 
May  this  thy  flock  be  fed  ; 
A. id  with  a  steady  growing  pace 
To  Zion's  mountain  led. 

Hymn  80.       L.  M. 

For  the  Ordination  or  Settlement  of  a  Minister. 
Eph.  iv.  II.  12. 

1  Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  house, 
Smile  on  our  homage  and  our  vows  ; 
While  with  a  grateful  heart  we  share, 
These  pledges  of  our  Saviour's  care. 

2  The  Saviour,  when  to  heav'n  he  rose 
In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Seatter'd  his  gifts  on  men  below, 
And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

3  Hence  sprung  th'  Apostle's  honour'd  name. 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame  ; 

Hence  dictates  the  prophetic  sage, 
And  hence  the  Evangelic  page. 

4  In  lowlier  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes, 
Pastors  from  hence,  and  teachers  rise  ; 
Who,  though  with  feebler  rays  they  shine. 
Still  gild  a  long  extended  line. 

5  From  Christ  their  varied  gifts  derive, 
And  fed  by  Christ  their  graces  live  ; 
While  guarded  by  his  potent  hand, 
'Midst  all  the  rage  of  hell  they  stand* 

6  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run 
Through  the  last  courses  of  the  sun  ; 
While  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shail  rise  and  flourish  large  and  fair. 

7  Jesus,  our  Lord,  their  hearts  shall  know, 
The  spring,  whence  all  these  blessings  flow  ; 


70  HYMN  81—82. 

Pastors  and  people  shout  his  praise, 
Through  the  Jong  round  of  endless  days. 

Hymn  81.       C.  M. 
After  the  Charge.     Heb.  xiii.  17. 

1  Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  th'  alarm  they  give; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
'1  heir  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands  ; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  fill'd  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  hnav'nly  bliss  forego; 
For  souls  which  must  forever  live 

In  raptures,  or  in  wo. 
i  May  they,  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer  see  ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 

That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 


Hymn  82.       C.  M. 

Praise  to  God  for  a  Gospel  Minister  after  the 
Decease  of  Another. 

1  To  thy  great  name,  O  Prince  of  Peace, 

Our  grateful  songs  we  raise: 
Accept,  thou  Son  of  Righteousness, 
.The  tribute  of  our  praise. 

2  In  widow'd  state  these  walls  no  more 

Their  mourning  weeds  shall  wear; 
Thy  messenger  shall  joy  restore, 
And  ev'ry  loss  repair. 

3  Thy  providence  our  souls  admire. 

With  joy  its  winding  trace  : 


HYMN  83.  71 

And  shout,  in  one  united  choir, 
The  triumphs  of  thy  grace. 

4  Our  happy  union,  Lord,  maintain, 

Here  let  thy  presence  dwell  ; 
And  thousands  loos'd  from  satan's  chain, 
Raise  from  the  brink  of  hell. 

5  [Distressed  churches  pity,  Lord, 

Their  dismal  breaches  close, 
Their  sons  unite  in  sweet  accord 
And  troubled  minds  compose, 

6  In  all  be  purity  maintained, 

Peace  like  a  river  flow ; 
And  pious  zeal,  and  love  unfeign'd, 
In  ev'ry  bosom  glow.] 


Hymn  83.       CM. 

A  General  Hymn  of  Praise* 

1  O  God,  we  praise  thee   and  confess 

That  thou  the  only  Lord 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  ador'd. 

2  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud, 

To  thee  the  pow'rs  on  high, 
Both  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry. 

3  O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Whom  heav'nly  hosts  obey, 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  fiil'd 
Of  thy  majestic  sway. 

4  Th'  apostles'  glorious  company, 

And  prophets  crown'd  with  light, 
With  all  the  martyrs'  noble  hos£ 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  Thp  holy  Church  throughout  the  world, 

O  Lord,  confesses  thee, 


72  hymn  84 — 85. 

That  thou  eternal  Father  art, 

Of  boundless  majesty, 
]   Thy  honoured,  true  and  only  Son, 

And  Holy  Ghost,   the  spring 
Or  never  ceasing  joy  ;   O  Christ, 

Oi  glor)  thou  an  King. 

Hymn  84.       L.  If. 

The   Glory   and  Safety   of   the   Chv 
1   O  hapi'y  Church,  celestial   bride, 
Thy  husband  will  with  thee  reside, 
"With  matchless  glory  thou  shalt  shine 
In  robes  of  honour  all  divine. 
Q  Silver  and  gold  her  happy  dress, 

Truth,  meekness,  love  and  righteousness  : 
Holy  without  and  pure  within, 
Free  from  the  guilt  of  reigning  sin. 

3  Her  laws  and  doctrines  just  and  right. 
Her  priests  the  ministers  of  light  ; 
Her  order  from  rhe  Courts  above, 
And  all  her  service  done  in  love. 

4  Htr  discipline  is  from  the  word, 
Her  head  ami  ruler  is  the  Lord  ; 
Her  sons  and  daughters  all  agree, 
And  live  in  peace  and  charity. 

5  Her  journey  is  the  holy  way 
Which  leads  to  everlasting  day, 
And  her  eternal,  sure  reward, 

A  crown  oi  glory  with  the  Lord. 

Hymn  8.r>.       L.  M. 

[Tune,  Portugal  ] 
Admission  of  New  Members. 
1    Prethrkn  and  -iMers.  well  belov'dj 
To  Jtsub  and  his  servant*  dear; 


HYMN    86. 

Enter,  and  shew  yourselves  approv'd; 
Enter,  and  find  that  God  is  here, 

2  Welcome  from  earth! — Lo,  the  right  hand 
Of  fellowship  to  you  we  give ! 

With  open  arms  and  hearts  we  stand, 
And  you  in  Jesus'  name  receive, 

3  Say,  are  your  hearts  resolv'd  as  ours  ? 
Then  let  them  burn  with  sacred  love ; 
Then  let  them  taste  the  heav'nly  powers. 
Partakers  of  the  joys  above. 

f  Jesus  attend,  thyself  reveal ! 

Are  we  not  here  in  thy  great  name  ? 
Thee  in  the  midst,  we  wait  to  feel, 
We  wait  to  catch  the  spreading  flame. 

Hymn  86.       8's  &  7's. 

Invitation  to  Open  Communion. 

1  Come,  dear  christian  friends  and  brethren. 

Bound  for  Canaan's  happy  land, 
Come,  unite  and  walk  together, 
Christ  the  Saviour  gives  command. 

2  We'll  not  bind  a  brother's  conscience, 

This  to  God  alone  is  free, 
Nor  contend  for  non-essentials, 
But  in  Christ  united  be. 

3  Here's  the  word,  the  grand  criterion, 

This  shall  all  our  doctrine  prove  ; 
Christ  the  centre  of  our  union, 
And  the  bond  is  christian  love. 

4  Here  our  hands,  our  hearts,  and  spirit. 

Now  in  fellowship  we  give  ; 
Now  we'll  love,  and  peace  inherit, 
Show  the  world  how  christians  live. 

5  Now  we'll  join  in  sweet  communion 

Round  the  table  of  our  Lord  ; 
7 


74  hymn  87—88. 

Lord  confirm  our  christian  union; 
By  thy  spirit  and  thy  word. 


Hymn  87.       L.  M. 

Admission  of  New  Members, 
Welcome,  ye  well  beloved  of  God, 
Ye  heirs  of  grace,  redeem'd  by  blood  ; 
Welcome  with  us  your  hands  to  join, 
As  partners  of  our  lot  divine. 

With  us  the  pilgrim's  state  embrace, 
We're  traveling  to  a  blissful  place — 
The  Holy  Ghost  who  shews  the  way, 
Will  aid  us  on  frqm  day  to  day. 
Take  up  your  cross  and  bear  it  on, 
It  will  be  light,  and  not  be  long  ; 
Soon  shall  we  sit  with  Jesus  down, 
And  each  obtain  a  heav'nly  crown. 


Hymn  88.        L.  M. 

Rejoicing  in  our  Covenant  Engagements  to  God, 
2  Chron.  xv.  15. 

1  O  happy  day,  that  fix'd  my  choice 
On  thee  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him,  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  fb  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done  ; 
I  am  my  Lord's  and  he  is  mine  ; 

He  drew  me,  and  I  follow'd  on, 
Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long  divided  heart, 
Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest; 


hymn  89—90.  75 

With  ashes,  who  would  mourn  to  part. 
When  call'd  on  angel's  bread  to  feast  ? 

High  heav'n,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


Hymn  89.       C.  M. 

Claiming  Christ's  Promise. 

1  See,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see  ; 

Thy  promised  blessing  give! 
Met  in  thy  name,  we  look  to  thee, 
Expecting  to  receive. 

2  Thee  we  expect,  our  faithful  Lord, 

Who  in  thy  name  are  join'd  ; 
We  wait  according  to  thy  word, 
Thee  in  the  midst  to  find. 

3  Whom  now  we  seek,  O  may  we  meet! 

Jesus  the  crucify'd  : 
Shew  us  thy  bleeding  hands  and  feet, 
Thou  who  for  us  hast  dy'd. 


Hymn  90.       L.  M. 

Prayer  at  Parting. 

1  Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss,  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good; 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus5  blood  : 
Give  evVy  fetter'd  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 


W  HYMN    91—92. 

Hymn  91.       6  lines.  8,  7. 
A  Parting  Blessing. 

1  Jesus,  grant  us  all  a  Messing, 

Send  it  down,  Lord,  from  above  \ 
May  we  all  go  home  a  praying, 

And  rejoicing  in  thy  love. 
Cho.  Farewel,  brethren,  farewel,  sisters. 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Jesus,  pardon  all  our  follies, 

Since  together  we  have  been  ; 

Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 

Cleanse  us  all  from  evVy  sin. 

Cho.  Farewel,  brethren,  &c. 

3  May  thy  blessing,  Lord,  go  with  us# 

To  each  one's  respective  home  ; 
And  the  presence  of  our  Jesus 
Rest  upon  us  ev'ry  one. 
Cho.  Farewel,  brethren,  &c. 


Hymn  92.       L.  M. 

Christian  Privileges  and  Obligations. 

1  Dost  thou  my  worthless  name  record^ 
Free  of  thy  holy  city,  Lord  ? 

Am  1  a  sinner,  call'd  to  share 
The  precious  privileges  there  ? 

2  Art  thou  my  King,  my  Father  styl'd  I 
And  1  thy  servant  and  thy  child  ? 
Whilst  many  of  the  human  race 

Are  aliens  from  thy  Zion's  grace  ?, 
J  Lo,  wretched  millions  draw  their  breatb* 

In  lands  of  ignorance  and  death ! 

But  I  enjoy  my  share  of  time, 

Within  thy  gospel's  favoured  clime. 
4  Shall  I  receive  this  grace  in  vain? 

Shall  1  my  great  vocation  stain  ? 


HYMN  93.  77 

Aw  a)',  ye  works  in  darkness  wrought ! 
Away,  each  sensual,  wanton  thought! 
My  soul,  I  charge  thee  to  excel, 
In  thinking  right,  and  acting  well  ; 
Deep  let  thy  searching  powers  engage, 
Unbiased  in  the  sacred  page. 
Strong  and  more  strong  thy  passions  rule. 
Advancing  still  in  virtue's  school ; 
Contending  still  with  noble  strife, 
To  imitate  thy  Saviour's  life. 


Hymn  93.       C.  M. 

Christ's  Flesh,  Meat  Indeed,  Sacramental. 
John  vi.  53,  56. 

1  Here,  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 

To  feed  on  food  divine ; 
Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  lie  who  prepares  this  rich  repast, 

Himself  comes  down  and  dies, 
And  then  invites  us  thus  to  feast, 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flow  $ 

Oh  !  what  delightful  food  ! 
We  eat  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine. 
But  think  on  nobler  good. 

4  The  bitter  torments  he  endur'd. 

Upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
For  me — each  welcome  guest  may  say. 
'Twas  all  procur'd  for  me. 
9  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free — 
Blest  Saviour — so  divine  ! 
Well  thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of  me 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 


78  htmn  94—95. 

Hymn  94.       L.  M. 

Sacramental.     1  Cor.    11 — 28. 

1  'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  solemn  night, 

When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blest,  and  brake  ; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  ! 

What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  spake ! 

3  This  is  my  body  broke  for  sin, 

Receive,  and  eat  this  living  food ; 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blessed  the  wine  \ 
'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood. 

4  Do  this,  he  cried,  till  time  shall  end, 

Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  memory  of  your  dying  friend; 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord, 

5  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  share  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name. 
Till  thou  return  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 


Hymn  95.      C.  M. 

Sacramental. 

t   Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
But  most  of  all  admire  that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  place. 

1  What  strange  surprising  grace  is  this, 
That  such  a  soul  has  room  ! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand, 
My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

3  "  Eat,  O  my  friends,"  the  Saviour  cries. 
[\  The  feast  was  made  for  you: 


HYMN  96.  79 

"  For  you  I  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  died, 
"  And  rose,  and  triumph'd  too." 

4  With  trembling  faith,  and  bleeding  hearts. 

Lord,  we  accept  thy  love  : 
JTis  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had, 
What  will  it  be  above? 

5  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heav'n, 

Join  all  your  praising  powers  : 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 


Hymn  96.       C.  Mo 

Believers  Parting* 

1  Blest  be  the  dear  uniting  loye, 

That  will  not  let  us  part ; 

Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove, 

We  still  are  one  in  heart. 

2  Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Head, 

Where  he  appoints,  we  go  ; 
And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread. 
And  shew  his  praise  below. 

3  O  may  we  ever  walk  in  him, 

And  nothing  know  beside, 
Nothing  desire,  nothing  esteem, 
But  Jesus  crucify  VI ! 

4  Closer  and  closer  let  us  cleave 

To  his  belov'd  embrace  ; 
Expect  his  fulness  to  receive, 
And  grace  to  answer  grace. 

5  Partakers  of  the  Saviour's  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart, 
.    Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place. 

Nor  life,  nor  death  can  part. 
0  But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day, 

Which  shall  our  flesh  restore  ; 


80  hymn  97—98. 

When  death  skall  all  be  done  away, 
And  bodies  part  no  more. 

Hymn  97."    CM. 
The  Incarnation  of  Christ.     Luke  ii.  14. 

1  Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 

Joy,  love  and  gratitude  combine 

To  hail  th*  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heav'n  the  rapturous  song  began! 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  iun'd  the  lyre. 
>  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
And  loud  the  echo  rolPd  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
5Twas  more  than  heav'n  could  hold, 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran, 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  jpy 

To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song  ; 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  heav'nly  throng. 
8  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 
u  Glory  to  God  on  high  ; 
"  Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete, 
"  Jesus  was  born  to  die." 

Hymn  98.      C.  M. 

The  Song  of  the  Angels.— For  the  Nativity  of 

our  Blessed  Lord  and  Saviour. 

Luke  ii.  8,  Idf. 

1  While  shepherds  watch  their  flocks  by  night. 

All  seated  on  the  ground. 


HVMff  99.  81 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 
5  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 
u  Had  seiz'd  their  troubled  mind  ; 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
"  To  you  and  aft  mankind. 
3  u  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 
11  Is  born  of  David's  line, 
11  The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
"And  this  shall  be  the  sign. 

i  "  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find, 
11  To  human  view  displayed, 
"  All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 
"  And  in  a  manger  laid.55 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear5d  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God,  who  thu6 
Address5d  their  joyful  song — 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

"  And  to  the  earth  be  peace, 
11  Good  will,  henceforth,  from  heav'n  to  men 
"  Begin,  and  never  cease.55 


Hymn  99.      C.  M. 
For  the  New   Year. 

J  And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 
Of  my  short  life  is  past ; 
I  cannot  long  continue  here, 
And  this  may  be  my  last. 

2  Much  of  my  dubious  life  is  done, 

Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, 
The  few  thai  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,  my  soul,  with  utmost  care, 

Thy  true  condition  learn  ; 


82  HYMN    100. 

What  are  Ay  hopes  ?  how  sure  ?  how  fair  ? 
And  what  thy  chief  concern  ? 

4  With  the  new  year,  which  now  begins, 

Begin  thy  race  for  heaven  ; 
Repent  of  all  thy  former  sins, 
Reform  and  be  forgiven. 

5  Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 

To  him  thyself  commend  ; 
With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 


Hymn  100.       C.  M. 

For  a  New   Yearns  Day* 
Reflections  on  our  Waste  of  Years.      Psalm  xc.  $. 

1  Remark,  ray  soul,  the  narrow  bounds 

Of  the  revolving  year  ! 
How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their  rounds ! 
How  short  the  months  appear  !. 

2  So  fast  eternity  comes  on, 

And  that  important  day, 
When  all  that  mortal  life  has  done, 
God's  judgment  shall  survey. 

3  Yet,  like  an  idle  tale,  we  pass 

The  swift  advancing  year ; 
And  study  artful  ways  t'  increase 
The  speed  of  its  career. 

4  Waken,  O  God,  my  trifling  heart, 

Its  great  concern  to  see  ; 
That  1  may  act  the  christian  part, 
And  give  the  year  to  thee. 

5  So  shall  their  course  more  grateful  roll. 

If  future  years  arise  ; 
Or  this  shall  bear  my  smiling  soul. 
To  joy  that  never  dies. 


HYMN   101—102.  83 

Hymn  101.       7's. 

New   Year.     Jer.  xxviii.  16. 
•l   Lo  !  another  year  has  gone  ! 
Quickly  have  the  seasons  past ! 
This  we  enter  now  upon, 
Will  to  many  prove  their  last. 

2  Some,  we  now  no  longer  see, 
Who  their  mortal  race  have  run, 
Seem'd  as  fair  for  life  as  we, 
When  the  former  year  begun. 

S  Some,  (but  who,  God  only  knows,) 
That  are  here  assembled  now, 
Ere  the  present  year  shall  close, 
To  the  stroke  of  death  must  bow. 

4  If  from  guilt  and  sin  set  free, 
By  the  knowledge  of  thy  grace, 
Welcome  then,  the  call  will  be, 
To  depart,  and  see  thy  face. 

5  To  thy  saints,  while  here  below, 
With  new  years  new  mercies  come  ; 
But  the  happiest  year  they  know, 

Is  their  last  which  leads  them  home. 

Hymn  102.      L.  M. 

Redeeming .  Time, 

1  God  of  eternity,  from  thee 
Did  infant  time  its  being  draw, 
Minutes  and  days  and  months  and  years 
Revolve  by  thy  unvaried  law, 

2  Silent  and  slow  they  glide  away, 
Steady  and  strong  the  current  flows, 
Till  lost  in  that  unmeasured  sea, 
From  which  its  being  first  arose. 

3  The  thoughtless  sons  of  Adam's  race, 
Upon  the  rapid  stream  are  borne  ; 


8*  ma*  I0& 

To  that  unseen,  eternaf  home, 
From  which  no  travellers  return. 

•1  Yet  whilst  the  shore,  on  either  side, 
Presents  a  gaudy,  flattering  show  ; 
We  gaze,  in  fond  amazement  lost, 
Nor  think  to  what  a  world  we  go. 

3  Great  source  of  wisdom,  teach  our  hearts 
To  know  the  price  of  ev'ry  hour ; 
That  time  may  boar  us  on  to  joys, 
Beyond  its  measure  and  its  power. 


Hymn  103.       C.  M. 

Winter* 

1  Now  faintly  smile  day's  hasty  hours, 

The  fields  and  gardens  mourn  ; 
Nor  n*ldy  fruits,  nor  blooming  flowers. 
Stern  winter's  brow  adorn. 

2  Stern  winter  throws  his  icy  chains, 

Encircling  nature  round  ; 
How  bleak,  how  comfortless  the  plains, 
Late  with  gay  verdure  cro'.vn'd. 

3  The  sun  withdraws  his  vital  beams, 

And  light  and  warmth  depart ; 
And  drooping,  lifeless,  nature  seems 
An  emblem  of  my  heart. 

4  My  heart  where  mental  winter  reigns 

In  night's  dark  mantle  clad, 
Confin'd  in  cold,  inactive  chains, 
How  desolate  and  sad. 

$  Ere  long  the  sun  with  genial  ray, 
Shall  cheer  the  mourning  earth, 
And  blooming  flowers,  and  verdure  gay 
Renew  their  annual  birth. 

G  Great  source  of  light !  thy  beams  display, 
My  drooping  joys  restore  ; 


hymn  104—105.  85 


And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day, 
Where  winter  frowns  no  more. 


Hymn  104.      C.  M. 

The  Spring. 

1  When  verdure  clothes  the  fertile  vale. 

And  blossoms  deck  the  spray  \ 
And  fragrance  breathes  in  evVy  gale, 
How  sweet  the  vernal  day. 

2  Hark,  how  the  feather'd  warblers  sing  ! 

'Tis  nature's  cheerful  voice; 

Soft  music  hailb  the  lovely  spring, 

And  woods  and  fields  rejoice. 

3  How  kind  the  influence  of  the  skies  ! 

The  showers  with  blessings  fraught, 
Bid  verdure,  beauty,  fragrance,  rise, 
And  fix  the  roving  thought. 

4  Then  let  my  wondering  heart  confess, 

With  gratitude  and  love, 
The  bounteous  hand  which  deigns  to  btess 
The  garden,  field,  and  grove. 

5  O  God  of  nature  and  of  grace, 

Thy  heav'nly  gifts  impart ; 
Then  shall  my  meditations  trace 
Spring  blooming  in  my  heart. 

Hymn  105.      L.  M. 

The  Beauties  of  the  Spring* 

1  How  sweetly  along  the  gay  mead 
The  daisies  and  cowslips  are  seen ! 
The  flocks,  as  they  carelessly  feed, 
Rejoice  in  the  beautiful  green. 

2  The  vines  that  encircle  the  bowers, 
The  herbage  that  springs  from  the  sod, 

8 


86  hymn   106—107. 

Trees,  plants,  cooling  fruits  and  sweei  tio\vei> 
All  rise  to  the  praise  of  my  God. 

3  Shall  man,  the  great  master  of  all, 
The  only  insensible  prove  ? 
Forbid  it,  fair  gratitude's  call, 
Forbid  it  devotion  and  love. 

4  The  Lord  who  such  wonders  can  raise; 
And  still  can  destroy  with  a  nod, 

My  lips  shall  incessantly  praise, 
My  soul  shall  rejoice  in  my  God. 


Hymn  106.      L.  M. 

Spring  and  rfutumn. 

1  When  spring  displays  her  various  sweets. 
And  opening  blossoms  cheer  the  eyes, 
And  fancy  ev'ry  beauty  meets, 
Whence  does  the  pleasing  transport  rise  ? 

2  Soon  will  their  transient  dale  expire, 
They  fly  and  mock  the  fond  pursuit ; 
New  pleasures  there  the  thought  inspire, 
And  bounteous  Autumn  yields  her  fruit. 

3  Thus,  when  the  spring  of  youth  decays, 
Though  deck'd  with  blossoms  sweet  and  fair. 
Autumn  a  nobler  scene  displays, 

If  fruits  of  virtue  flourish  there. 

4  For  this  the  vernal  buds  arise  ; 
But  if  no  useful  virtues  grow, 
Their  worthless  beauty  quickly  flies. 
And  blossoms  only  served  for  show. 


Hymn  107.      C.  M. 

On  a  Season  of  Threatening  Drought. 
1   The  spring,  great  God,  at  thy  command, 
Leads  forth  the  smiling  year; 
Gay  verdure,  foliage,  blooms  and  flov  I 
T'  adorn  her  reign  appear. 


HYMN    108.  **7 

9  But  soon  canst  thou,  in  righteous  wrath, 
Blast  all  the  promised  joy  ; 
And  elements  await  thy  nod, 
To  bless  or  to  destroy. 

3  The  sun,  thy  minister  of  love, 

That,  from  the  naked  ground, 
Calls  forth  the  hidden  seeds  to  birth, 
And  spreads  their  beauties  round. 

4  At  the  dread  order  of  his  God, 

Now  darts  destructive  fires  ; 
Hills,  plains,  and  vales  are  parch'd  with  drought. 
And  blooming  life  expires. 

5  Like  burnish'd  brass  the  heav'n  around. 

In  angry  terror  burns  ; 
While  the  earth  lies  a  joyless  wastev 
And  into  iron  turns. 

6  Pity  us,  Lord,  in  our  distress, 

Nor  with  our  land  contend ; 

Bid  the  avenging  skies  relent, 

And  showers  of  mercy  send. 


Hymn  108.      C.  M. 

On  a  Season  of  Abounding  Rain. 

1  How  hast  thou,  Lord,  from  year  to  year. 

Our  land  with  plenty  crown'd, 

And  gen'rous  fruit  and  golden  grain 

Have  spread  their  riches  round* 

2  But  we  thy  mercies  have  abus'd* 

To  more  abounding  crimes  ; 
What  heights,  what  daring  heights  in  sin 
Mark  and  disgrace  our  times. 

3  Equal,  though  awful  i6  the  doom, 

That  fierce,  descending  rain, 
Should  into  inundations  swell. 
And  crush  the  rising  grain* 


88  HYMN    109. 

4  How  just,  thai  in  the  autumn's  reigt: 
When  we  had  hop'd  to  reap, 
Our  fields  of  sorrow  and  despair 
Should  lie,  a  hideous  heap! 
.3  But,  Lord,  have  mercy  on  our  land, 
These  floods  of  vengeance  stay  ; 
Dispel  those  glooms,  and  let  the  sun- 
Shine  in  unclouded  day, 
6  To  thee  alone  we  look  for  help  : 
None  else  of  dew  or  rain 
Can  give  the  world  the  smallest  drop. 
Or  smallest  drop  restrain. 


Hymn  109.      S.  M.  double. 

Death  and  Judgment. 

1  And  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
To  lay  this  body  down  ? 

And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 

Into  a  world  unknown ! 

A  land  of  deepest  shade, 

UnpiercM  by  human  thought  5 
The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 

Where  all  things  are  forgot. 

2  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 
What  will  become  of  me  ? 

Eternal  happiness  or  wo 

Must  then  my  portion  be  ! 

Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

1  from  my  grave  must  rise, 
And  see  the  judge  with  glory  crown'd, 

And  see  the  flaming  skies  ! 

3  How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb  ? 
With  triumph  or  regret'/ 

A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 
A  curse  or  blessiug  meet! 


HYMN  no.  ao 

.Will  angel- bands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar  ? 
Or  devil's  drag  my  soul  away 

To  meet  its  sentence  there  ? 

Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 

That  hovers  in  my  breast  ? 
Shall  1  be  with  the  damn'd  cast  out, 

Or  number'd  with  the  blest  I 

I  must  from  God  be  driv'n, 

Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell  ; 
Must  come  at  his  command  to  heaven. 

Or  else  depart  to  hell. 

0  thou  that  would'st  not  have 
One  wretched  sinner  die, 

Who  died  thyself,  my  soul  to  save 
From  endless  misery. 

Shew  me  the  way  to  shun 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe, 
That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne 

1  may  with  joy  appear. 


Hymn  110.       C.  M. 

Resurrection  and  Judgment* 

1  When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 

O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  view  my  Maker,  face  to  face, 
O  how  shall  I  appear  ! 

2  If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought ; 
My  soul  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ! 

When  thou,  O  Lord,  shall  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul? 

O  how  shall  1  appear ' 
8* 


90  HYMN    111—112. 

4  O  may  my  brokeq,  contrite  heart, 
Timely  my  sins  lament, 
And  early  with  repentant  tears, 
Eternal  wo  prevent. 
$  Behold  the  sorrows  of  my  heart, 
Ere  yet  it  be  too  late ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groan, 
To  give  those  sorrows  weight. 
i5  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair, 
Her  pardon  to  secure, 
Who  knows  thine  only  Son  hath  died 
To  make  that  pardon  sure. 


Hymn  111.      L.  M. 

Judgment. 

1  He  comes,  he  comes,  the  judge  severe, 
The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near, 
His  lightnings  flash,  his  thunders  roll 
Welcome  to  the  faithful  soul. 

2  From  heav'n  angelic  voices  sound, 
See  the  almighty  Jesus  crown'd, 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace, 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

3  Descending  on  his  azure  throne, 

He  claims  the  kingdoms  for  his  own ; 
The  kingdoms  all  obey  his  word, 
And  hail  him  their  triumphant  Lord. 

4  Shout  all  the  people  of  the  sky, 
And  all  the  saints  of  the  Most  High  ; 
Our  Lord  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  reigns. 

Hymn  112.      S.  M.  double. 

Judgment* 
1       Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 
Before  whose  bar  severe, 


HYMN    113.  (J1 

With  holy  joy  or  guilty  dread 

We  all  shall  soon  appear  : 

Our  cautioned  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray  : 
2       To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When  rob'd  in  majesty  and  power, 

Thou  shalt  from  heav'n  come  down  : 

Th'  immortal  Son  of  Man, 
To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  the  Father's  dazzling  train. 
With  all  thy  glorious  grace, 

3  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T'  increase  our  gracious  fearSj 
For  ever  let  th'  archangel's  voice 

Be  sounding  in  our  ears, 

The  solemn  midnight  cry, 

"  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come  $ 
<c  Arise  and  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

"  And  meet  your  instant  doom  \H 

4  O  may  we  thus  be  found 
Obedient  to  thy  word, 

Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 

And  looking  for  our  Lord  ! 

O  may  we  thus  ensure 

A  lot  among  the  blest  5 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 

An  everlasting  rest ! 


Hymn  113.      L.  M. 

On  Devastation  by  Fire. 
1  Wearied  by  day  with  toils  and  cares, 
How  welcome  is  the  peaceful  night ! 


92  HYMN    114. 

Sweet  sleep  our  wasted  strength  repairs, 
And  fits  us  for  returning  light. 

2  Yet  when  our  eyes  in  sleep  are  closed, 
Our  rest  may  break  ere  well  begun  ; 
To  dangers,  ev'ry  hour  expos'd, 

We  neither  can  foresee  nor  shun. 

3  'Tis  of  the  Lord  that  we  can  sleep, 
A  single  night  without  alarms  ; 
His  eye  alone  our  lives  can  keep 
Secure  amidst  a  thousand  harms. 

4  For  months  and  years  of  safety  past, 
Ungrateful  we,  alas  !  have  been  : 
Though  patient  long,  he  spoke  at  last. 
And  bid  the  fire  rebuke  our  sin. 

»  The  shout  of  fire  !  a  dreadful  cry, 

Impress'd  each  heart  with  deep  dismay ; 
While  the  fierce  blaze  and  red'ning  sky, 
Made  midnight  wear  the  face  of  day. 

6  The  throng  and  terror,  who  can  speak ! 
The  various  sounds  that  fill'd  the  air ! 
The  infant's  wail,  the  mother's  shriek, 
The  voice  of  blasphemy  and  prayer  ? 

7  But  pray'r  prevail'd,  and  sav'd  the  town, 
For  they,  who  lov'd  the  Saviour's  name, 
Were  heard,  and  mercy  hasted  down 

To  check  the  rage — to  stop  the  flame. 

8  O  may  the  scene  be  ne'er  forgot ! 
Lord  still  increase  thy  praying  few  ; 
Were  cities  left  without  a  Lot, 
Ruin,  like  Sodom's,  would  ensue. 


Hymn  114.      L.  M. 

Storm  and  Thunder. 
i  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  sea,  and  skies, 
All  natore  owns  thy  sovereign  power; 


HYMN    115.  93 

At  thy  command  the  tempests  rise, 
At  thy  command  the  thunders  roar. 
I  We  hear  with  trembling  and  affright 
The  voice  of  heav'n,  tremendous  sound ! 
Keen  lightnings  pierce  the  shades  of  night, 
And  spread  their  horrors  all  around. 

3  What  mortal  could  sustain  the  stroke, 
Should  wrath  divine  in  dreadful  storms, 
Which  our  repeated  crimes  provoke, 
Descend  to  crush  rebellious  worms  ! 

4  These  dreadful  glories  of  thy  name 
With  terror  would  o'erwhelm  our  souls  ; 
But  mercy  dawns  with  kinder  beam, 
And  guilt  and  rising  fear  controls. 

5  O  let  thy  mercy  on  my  heart, 

With  cheering,  healing  radiance  shine ; 

Bid  ev'ry  anxious  fear  depart, 

And  gently  whisper,  "  thou  art  mine.55 

6  Then,  safe  beneath  thy  guardian  care. 
In  hope  serene  my  soul  shall  rest ; 
Nor  storms  nor  dangers  reach  me  there, 
In  thee,  my  God,  my  refuge,  blest. 

Hymn  115.      CM. 

In  a   Thunder  Storm. 

1  Let  coward  guilt,  with  pallid  fear, 

To  sheltering  caverns  fly, 
And  justly  dread  the  vengeful  fate 
Which  thunders  through  the  sky. 

2  Protected  by  that  hand,  whose  law 

The  threat'ning  storms  obey, 
Intrepid  virtue  smiles  secure, 
As  in  the  blaze  of  day. 

3  In  the  thick  cloud's  tremendous  gloom, 

The  lightnings  horrid  glare, 


9i  HYMN    116. 

It  views  the  same  all  gracious  power 
Which  breathes  the  vernal  air. 

4  Through  nature's  ever  varying  scene, 

By  different  ways  pursu'd  ; 
The  one  eternal  end  of  heav'n 
Is  universal  good. 

5  With  like  beneficent  effect, 

O'er  flaming  ether  glows; 
As  when  it  tunes  the  linnet's  voice, 
And  blushes  in  the  rose. 

6  When  through  creation's  vast  expanse. 

The  last  dread  thunders  roll, 
Untune  the  concord  of  the  spheres, 
And  shake  the  guilty  soul. 

7  Unmov'd  may  we  the  final  storm 

Of  jarring  worlds  survey, 
That  ushers  in  the  tranquil  morn 
Of  everlasting  day. 


Hymn  116.      L.  M. 

Earthquake.     Isaiah  xxix.  6- 

1  Great  God,  in  characters  of  flame, 
We  read  the  terrors  of  thy  name  ; 
5Tis  guilt  provokes  these  dire  alarms, 
And  sets  th'  Omnipotent  in  arms. 

2  O  may  the  world  thy  judgments  own, 
And  humbly  bow  before  thy  throne ! 
That  pow'r  which  rocks  asunder  parts. 
Can  break  e'en  adamantine  hearts ! 

5  Of  riches  we  will  boast  no  more, 
No  more  f.o  earth  entrust  our  store, 
That  in  an  instantaneous  grave 
Resumes  the  gold  and  gems  it  gave. 

4  Our  hopes  shall  now  ascend  on  high, 
And  seek  a  treasure  in  the  sky  : 


HYMN    117.  #6 

The  mines  above  are  rich  and  ptfre, 
And  shall  through  endless  year*  endure. 

Hymn  117.     C.  M. 

On  Earthquakes. 

1  Although  on  massy  pillars  built. 

The  earth  has  lately  shook  ; 
It  trembles  under  human  guilt, 
Before  its  Maker's  look. 

2  Swift  as  the  shock  amazement  spreads, 

And  sinners  tremble  too  ; 
What  flight  can  screen  their  guilty  heads. 
If  earth  itself  pursue  ? 

3  But  if  these  warnings  prove  in  vain, 

Say,  sinner,  canst  thou  tell 
How  soon  the  earth  may  quake  again, 
And  open  wide  to  hell  ? 

4  Repent  before  the  Judge  draws  nigh  ; 

Or  else,  when  he  comes  down, 
Thou  wilt  in  vain  for  earthquakes  cry, 
To  hide  thee  from  his  frown. 

5  But  happy  they,  who  love  the  Lord, 

^\nd  his  salvation  know ; 
The  hope  that's  founded  on  his  word, 
No  change  can  overthrow. 

6  Should  the  deep  rooted  hills  be  hurl'd, 

And  plung'd  beneath  the  seas, 
And  strong  convulsions  shake  the  world, 
Your  hearts  may  rest  in  peace. 

7  Jesus,  your  Shepherd,  Lord,  and  Chief. 

Shall  shelter  you  from  ill ; 
And  not  a  worm,  nor  shaking  leaf. 
Can  move  but  at  his  will. 


96  HYMN   118 — 119. 

Hymn  118.      C.  M. 

Marriage.     John  ii.  1,  2. 

1  Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear 

To  grace  a  marriage  feast ; 
Dear  Lord,  we  ask  thy  presence  herp 
To  make  a  wedding  guest. 

2  Upon  (he  bridal  pair  look  down, 

Who  now  have  plighted  hands  : 
Their  union  with  thy  favour  crown. 
And  bless  the  nuptial  bands. 

3  With  gifts  of  grace  their  hearts  endow 

Of  all  rich  dowries  blest! 
Their  substance  bless,  and  peace  bestow. 
To  sweeten  all  the  rest. 

4  In  purest  love  their  souls  unite, 

That  they,  with  christian  care, 
May  make  domestic  burdens  light, 
By  taking  mutual  share. 

5  True  helpers  may  they  prove  indeed. 

In  pray'r,  and  faith,  and  hope  ; 
And  see  with  joy  a  godly  seed 
To  build  their  houshold  up. 

6  As  Isaac  and  Rebecca  gave 

A  pattern  chaste  and  kind, 
So  may  this  married  couple  live. 
And  die  in  friendship  join'd. 

7  %  O  may  each  soul  assembled  here, 

Be  married,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Clad  in  thy  robes  made  white  and  fair, 
To  spend  eternity.' 

Hymn  119.      L.  M. 

Marriage. 
1  To  nature's  Cod  devouily  raise 

Your  grateful  voice  in  songs  of  praise ; 


HYMN   120.  97 

'Tis  he.  who  form'd  the  human  kind, 
And  gave  to  man  the  social  mind  : 
M  ade  Eden's  beauties  round  him  rise. 
And  crown'd  him  lord  below  the  skies, 
But  what  were  Eden^s  charming  bowers, 
To  lonely  man  with  social  powers  ? 

3  He  wants  a  friend !  what  can  atone  ? 
Man  was  not  made  to  be  alone  : 
'Tis  from  the  social  state  that  flow 
The  sweetest  pleasures  here  below. 

4  The  God  of  heav'n  was  pleas'd  to  make 
A  blooming  Eve  for  Adam's  sake  ; 
Then  join'd  their  hearts  in  bands  of  love, 
And  sent  them  blessings  from  above, 

5  Tl\en  sacred  be  the  plighted  hand, 
And  sacred  be  the  marriage  band  ; 
May  love  from  each  to  other  beam, 
And  virtue  be  their  constant  theme. 

6  And  when  death  cuts  the  vital  cord, 
May  each  be  wedded  to  the  Lord ; 

To  share  with  saints  the  bliss  of  heaveiic 
Bliss  purer  than  by  marriage  given. 


Hymn  120.      L.  M. 

Family  Religion.     Gen.  xviii.  19. 

1  Father  of  men,  thy  care  we  bless, 
Which  crowns  our  families  with  peace ; 
From  thee  they  sprung,  and  by  thy  hand 
Their  root  and  branches  are  sustain'd. 

2  To  God,  most  worthy  to  be  prais'd, 
Be  our  domestic  altars  rais'd  ; 

Who,  Lord  of  heav'n,  scorns  not  to  dwell 
With  saints  in  their  obscurest  cell. 

3  To  thee  may  each  united  house, 
Morning  and  night  present  its  vows ; 

9 


98  HYMN    121. 

Our  servants  there  and  rising  race 
Be  taught  thy  precepts  and  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  each  future  age  proclaim, 
The  honours  of  thy  glorious  name, 
While  pleas'd  and  thankful  we  remove 
To  join  the  family  above. 


Hymn  121.      L.  M. 

For  a  Master  of  a  Family* 

1  Master  supreme,  I  look  to  thee 
For  grace  and  wisdom  from  above  ! 
Vested  with  thine  authority, 
Endue  me  with  thy  patient  love, 

2  That  taught  according  to  thy  will, 
To  rule  my  family  aright, 

I  may  th'  appointed  charge  fulfil, 
With  all  my  heart  and  all  my  might, 

3  Inferiors  as  a  sacred  trust, 

I  from  the  sovereign  Lord  receive* 
That  what  is  suitable  and  just, 
Impartial,  I  to  all  may  give. 

4  O'erlook  them  with  a  guardian  eye, 
From  vice  and  wickedness  restrain  . 
Mistakes  and  lesser  faults  pass  by, 
And  govern  with  a  gentle  rein. 

5  O  could  I  emulate  the  zeal 

Thou  dost  to  thy  poor  servants  bear ! 
The  troubles,  griefs,  and  burdens  fee!. 
Of  souls  entrusted  to  my  care. 

6  In  daily  pray'r  to  Cod  commend 
The  souls  whom  Jesus  died  to  save, 
And  think  how  soon  my  sway  may  end, 
And  all  be* equal  in  the  grave. 


HYMN    122—123.  W 

Hymn  122.     C.  JVI. 

Death  of  a  Child.      2  Sam.  xii.  22,  23. 

1  Alas  !  how  chang'd  that  lovely  flower, 

Which  bloom*  d  and  cheer'd  my  heart ! 
Fair  fleeting  comfort  of  an  hour, 
How  soon  we're  call'd  to  part ! 

2  And  shall  my  bleeding  heart  arraign 

That  God  whose  ways  are  love  ? 
Or  vainly  cherish  anxious  pain 
For  her  who  rests  above  ? 

3  No  ! — let  me  rather  humbly  pay 

Obedience  to  his  will, 
And  with  ray  inmost  spirit  say, 
The  Lord  is  righteous  still. 

4  From  adverse  blasts  and  lowering  storms 

Her  favour'd  soul  he  bore,       ^ 
And  with  yon  bright  angelic  form£} 
She  lives  to  die  no  more. 
j  Why  should  I  vex  my  heart,  or  fast ; 
No  more  she'll  visit  me ; 
My  soul  will  mount  to  her  at  last, 
And  I  her  face  shall  see. 
9  Prepare  rae  blessed  Lord  to  share 
The  bliss  thy  people  prove  ; 
Who  round  thy  glorious  throne  appear. 
And  dwell  in  perfect  love. 


Hymn  123.       C.  M. 

On  the  Death  of  a  Child. 

1  Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour, 

How  soon  the  vapour  flies! 
Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower- 
That  e'en  in  blooming  dies. 

2  Death  spreads,  like  winter's  frozen  arms. 

And  beauty  smiles  no  more ; 


KM  HYMN    124. 

\h !  where  are  now  those  rising  charms, 
Which  pleaft'd  our  eyes  before ! 
3  The  once  lov'd  form,  now  cold  and  dead, 
Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  jojs. 
1  But  wait  the  interposing  gloom, 
And  lo,  stern  winter  ilies  ; 
And  dress'd  in  beauty's  fairest  bloom, 
The  fiow'ry  tribes  arise. 
6  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 
When,  what  we  now  deplore, 
Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime 
And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 
G  Then  cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears, 
Religion  points  on  high ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears, 
And  joys  that  cannot  die. 

Hymn  124.       C.  M. 

Recovery  from  Sickness. 

)   My  God,  iby  service  well  demands 
The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
Why  was  this  fleeting  breath  renew'd. 
But  to  renew  thy  praise  ? 
2  Thine  arms  of  everlasting  love 
Did  this  weak  frame  sustain, 
When  life  was  hov'ring  o'er  the  grave. 
And  nature  sunk  with  pain. 
.)  Into  thy  hands,  my  Saviour  God, 
Did  I  my  soul  resign, 
In  firm  dependancc  on  that  truth, 
Which  made  salvation  mine. 
4  Back  from  the  borders  of  the  grave. 
At  thy  command  1  come  ; 


HYMN  125—186.  101 

« 

Nor  would  I  urge  a  speedier  flight, 

To  my  celestial  home. 
Where  thou  determin'st  mine  abode, 

There  would  I  choose  to  be ; 
For  in  thy  presence  death  is  life. 

And  earth  is  heav'n  with  thee. 


Hymn  125.      C.  M. 

Old  Age.     Isaiah  xlvi.  4, 

1  Mv  flying  years,  time  urges  on  ; 

What's  mortal  must  decay ; 
My  friends — my  youth's  companions  gonef 
Can  I  expect  to  stay  ? 

2  Can  I  exemption  plead,  when  death 

Projects  his  awful  dart  ? 
Can  medicine  then  prolong  my  breath  ? 
Or  virtue  shield  my  heart  ? 

3  Oh !  no — then  smooth,  O  Lord,  the  hour  5 

On  thee  my  hope  depends  ; 

Support  me  with  almighty  pow'r, 

While  dust  to  dust  descends. 

4  Then  shall  my  soui,  O  gracious  God ! 

(While  angels  guard  the  way,)  # 
With  rapture  haste  to  thine  abode, 
To  dwell  in  endless  day. 

5  Through  heav'n,  howe'er  remote  the  bound. 

Thy  love  Pll  then  proclaim  ; 
And  join  the  choir  of  saints  that  sound 
Their  great  Redeemer's  name. 


Hymn  126.     C.  M. 

Death  of  a  Father. 
I  Has  death  another  trophy  won  ? 
And  is  a  father  dead  9 
9* 


102  HYMN    127. 

Behold,  a  family  bereaved, 
And  weeping  for  their  head  ! 

2  What  sorrow  swells  the  widow's  breast !« 

How  moving  are  her  tears ! 
Gone  is  the  friend,  who  shared  her  heart, 
The  friend,  who  sooth'd  her  cares. 

3  The  children  mourn  a  father's  death, 

And  feel  a  mother's  pain  ; 
Then  sorrow  moves  a  mother's  heart, 
She  sees,  and  weeps  again. 

4  Ye  mourning  friends,  approach  your  God, 

His  grace  can  give  relief; 
The  hand  which  wounds  can  also  heal, 
And  soften  ev'ry  grief. 

5  He  bids  the  widow  trust  in  him, 

And  he's  the  orphan's  friend  ; 

He'll  hear  the  cry  of  broken  souls, 

And  peace  and  comfort  send. 

G  Let  faith  and  hope  assuage  your  grief, 
And  be  your  hearts  resign'd  ; 
For  all  who  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  consolation  find. 


Hymn  127.      L.  M. 

On  the  Death  of  a  Father. 

1  Though  nature's  voice  you  must  obey, 
Think,  while  your  swelling  griefs  o'erflow, 
That  hand  which  takes  your  joys  away, 
That  sovereign  hand  can  heal  your  wo. 

2  And  while  your  mournful  thoughts  deplore 
The  father  gone,  remov'd  the  friend  ! 
With  heart  resign'd,  his  grace  adore, 

On  whom  your  nobler  hopes  depend, 

3  Does  he  not  bid  his  children  rise, 
Through  death's  dark  shade,  to  realms  of  Iigh 


HYMN 


128.  103 


Yet  when  he  calls  them  to  the  skies, 
Shall  fond  survivors  mourn  their  flight? 

4  His  word,  (here  let  your  soul  rely) 
Immortal  consolation  gives  ; 
Your  heav'nly  Father  cannot  die, 
Jesus,  the  friend,  forever  lives. 

5  O  be  that  dearest  friend  your  trust, 
On  his  almighty  arm  recline ; 

He,  when  your  comforts  sink  in  dust, 
Can  give  you  blessings  more  divine. 

Hymn  128.      L.  M. 
Reanimation. — A  Hymn  for  the  Humane  Society, 

1  Who,  from  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
When  the  last  tear  of  hope  is  shed, 
Can  hid  the  soul  return  to  light, 

And  break  the  slumber  of  the  dead  ? 

2  No  human  skill  that  heart  can  warm, 
Which  the  cold  blast  of  nature  froze  ; 
Recal  to  life  the  perish'd  form  ; 

The  secret  of  the  grave  disclose. 

3  But  thou,  our  saving  God,  we  know, 
Canst  arm  the  mortal  hand  with  power 
To  bid  the  stagnant  pulses  flow, 

The  animating  heart  restore. 

4  Thy  will,  ere  nature's  tutor'd  hand 
Could  with  young  life  these  limbs  unfold; 
Did  the  imprisoned  brain  expand, 

And  all  its  countless  fibres  told. 

5  As  from  the  dust  thy  forming  breath 
Could  the  unconscious  being  raise  ; 
So  can  the  silent  voice  of  death 
Wake  at  thy  call  in  songs  of  praise. 

6  Since  twice  to  die  is  ours  alone, 
And  twice  the  birth  of  life  to  see  ; 


101  HVMiV    129. 

O  let  us  suppliant  at  thy  throne, 
Devote  our  second  life  to  thee. 


Hymn  129.      CM. 

Morning  Song. 
1   When  all  the  mercies,  of  my  God, 
My  rising  soul  surveys  ; 
Why  my  cold  heart  art  thou  not  lost, 
In  wonder,  love  and  praise  ? 
i  Thy  providence  my  life  sustained, 
And  all  my  wants  redrest, 
Whilst  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay, 
And  hung  upon  the  breast. 
3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 
Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnt 
To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 
I    i/nnumber-d  comforts  on  my  soul 
Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 
5  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 
With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

tf  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths. 

It  gently  cleared  my  way  ; 
And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 

More  to  be  fearVl  than  they. 
7  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 

The  pleasing  theme  renew. 
3  Through  all  eternity  to  thee 

A  grateful  song  Til  nk 


HYMN    130—131-  10.' 


But  O  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 


Hymn  130.      S.  M. 

Morning  Song. 

Behold  the  rising  sun 
Pursues  his  shining  way  ; 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise; 
With  ev'ry  brightening  ray. 
\       Thus  would  my  rising  soul 
Its  heav'nly  parent  sing  ; 
And  to  its  great  original 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

!       Serene  I  laid  me  down 

Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 
I  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  preserver  near ! 

Thus  does  thine  arm  support 
This  weak,  defenceless  frame  : 
But  whence  these  favours,  Lord,  to  me, 
So  worthless  as  I  am  ? 

0  how  shall  I  repay 
The  bounties  of  my  God  ? 

This  feeble  spirit  pants  beneath 
The  pleasing,  painful  load. 

Blest  Saviour,  to  thy  cross 

1  bring  my  sacrifice  ; 

By  thee  perfum'd,  it  shall  ascend 
With  fragrance  to  the  skies. 

Hymn  131.      S.  M. 

Evening  Hymn. 
The  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  ev'ning  shades  appear, 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 


106  HYMN   132! 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 

So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 

May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  we  early  rise, 
And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 

May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 

And  after  glory  run. 
d       And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove  ; 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 

The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


Hymn  132.      L.  M. 

The   Voice  of  Creation.     Psalm  xix. 

Tan  spacious  firmament  on  high, 

With  all  the  blue  aetherial  sky ; 

The  spangled  heav'ns,  a  shining  frame. 

Their  great  original  proclaim. 

Th'  unwrearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 

Does  his  Creator's  pow'r  display  ; 

And  publishes  to  ev'ry  land 

The  work  of  an  almighty  hand. 

Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 

The  moon  takes  up  the  wond'rous  tale, 

And  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth, 

Repeats  the  stor)  of  her  birth  : 

While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 

And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn. 

Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 


HYMN   133.  107 

>   What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all, 
Move  round  the  dark,  terrestrial  ball  5 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found — 

0  In  reason's  ear  ihey  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 

11  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

Hymn  133.      L.  M. 

Evening  Song.      Psalm  iv.  8. 

1  Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light! 
Keep  me.  O  keep  me,  king  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  almight>  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  1  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  [Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread, 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Triumphant  rise  at  the  last  day.] 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose ; 

And  may  sweet  *leep  mine  eyelids  close  5 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake, 

5  If  in  the  night  1  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heav'nly  thoughts  supply; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest — 
Nor  pow'rs  of  darkness  me  molest. 
$  Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


108  hymn   134—135. 

Hymn  134.      L.  M. 

Christ  our  Example. 

1  And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 
Such  let  our  conversation  be  ; 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife. 
To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 
Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

3  O  how  benevolent  and  kind! 
How  mild,  how  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heav'nly  Father's  will, 
Was  his  employment  and  delight ; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 
>  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 

The  labours  of  his  life  were  love  ; 

Then,  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 

By  his  example  let  us  move. 
£  But,  ah,  how  blind,  how  weak  we  are  ! 

How  frail,  how  apt  to  turn  aside ! 

Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care, 

We  ask  thy  spirit  for  our  guide. 
7  Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 

To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be  ; 

Make  us  by  thy  transforming  grace, 

O  Saviour,  daily  more  like  thee. 


Hymn  135.      C.  M. 

On  the  Death  of  a  Believer. 
l   In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint. 
The  moment  after  death  ; 


HYMN    136.  10!> 

The  glories  that  surround  the  saints 
When  yielding  up  their  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  their  fetters  breaks, 

We  scarce  can  say,  "  they  're  gone!" 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Her  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail, 

To  trace  her  in  her  flight ; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  vail, 
Which  hides  that  world  of  light. 

4  Thus  much  (and  this  is  all)  we  know, 

They  are  completely  bless'd  ; 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  wo, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

5  Their  faith,  and  patience,  love,  and  zeal, 

Should  make  their  mem'ry  dear  ; 
And.  Lord,  do  thou  the  prayers  fulfil, 
They  offered  for  us  here  ! 

6  While  they  have  gained,  we  losers  are, 

We  miss  them  day  by  day  ; 
But  thou  canst  every  breach  repair, 
And  wipe  our  tears  away. 


Hymn  136.      C.  M. 

Funeral  of  a   Young  Person. 

1  When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away, 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pav.    v 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh  !  may  this  truth  imprest 
With  awful  pow'r— "  I  too  must  die  !" 
Sink  deep  in  ev'ry  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  : 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
10 


I jO  HYMN    137. 

It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour, 
To-morrow  death  will  come. 
4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

Mav  ev'ry  heart  obey  : 
Nor  be  the  heav'nly  warn.ng  va.n, 

Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

1  Oh  !  let  nsdy,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  now'rful  arm  can  save  , 
Then  shaU  our  hopes  ascend  on  h.gh, 

And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 
6Grtat  God!  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 
"  GWnh  cleansing,  healmg  pew"  , 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heait 

For  death's  surprising  hour. 

Hymn  137.     C.  M. 

Prayer  for  Youth. 
,  Bestow,  O  Lord,  upon  our  youth 

The  gift  of  saving  grace  5 
And  left*  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 
.  Grac    is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grow,, 

2       Of  cure  and  heav'nly  roof, 

c  P    ft  in  the  youngest  shows, 
nT;adnstheeLee?est  fruit. 
3  VecareVss  ones  O   hear  betimes 

jryoXssSdiuh  many  crimes, 
YTutUcy  reigns  abo-  one 

4TWir^»vedone; 

-^^ouor'^rest 
,  For  you  the  public  prayer- made, 

5  F°0  join  the  public  pray". 


HYMN 


138.  ill 


For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, 
O,  shed  yourselves  a  tear  ! 

Wc  pray  that  you  may  early  prove, 
The  spirit's  power  to  teach ; 

You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 
That  Jesus  whom  we  preach. 


Hymn  138.      C.  M. 

Early  Piety* 

1  Happy  is  he,  whose  early  years 

Receive  instruction  well  ; 
Who  hates  the  sinner's  path,  and  fears 
The  road  that  leads  to  hell. 

2  Our  youth,  devoted  to  the  Lord, 

Is  pleasing  in  his  eyes, 
A  flower  when  offer'd  in  the  bud 
Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

3  'Tis  easier  work,  if  we  begin 

To  fear  the  Lord  betimes  ; 
While  sinners,  who  grow  old  in  sin, 
Are  harden'd  in  their  crimes. 

4  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  fears, 

To  mind  religion  young  ; 
With  joy  it  crowns  succeeding  years, 
And  renders  virtue  strong. 

3  To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee, 
Our  hearts  we  now  resign  ; 
'Twill  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

6  We'll  do  thy  work,  we'll  speak  thy  praise. 
Whilst  we  have  life  and  breath  ; 
Thus  we're  prepar'd  for  longer  days, 
Or  fit  for  early  death. 


Mil  jivmn   139—110. 

Hymn  139.      L.  M. 

Early  Piety.     Mat.  xii.  20. 

1  How  soft  the  words  my  Saviour  speaks  ! 
How  kind  the  promises  he  makes ! 

A  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  will  he  quench  the  smoking  flax. 

2  The  humble  poor  he  wont  despise, 
Nor  on  the  contrite  sinner  frown  ; 
His  ear  is  open  to  their  cries, 

He  quickly  sends  salvation  down. 

3  When  piety,  in  early  minds, 
Like  tender  buds,  begins  to  shoot, 

He  guards  the  plants  from  threatening  winds, 
And  ripens  blossoms  into  fruit. 

4  With  humble  souls  he  bears  a  part 
In  all  the  sorrows  they  endure  ; 
Tender  and  gracious  is  his  heart, 
His  promise  is  for  ever  sure. 

o  He  sees  the  struggles  that  prevail, 
Between  the  pow'js  of  grace  and  sin  ; 
He  kindly  listens  while  they  tell 
The  bitter  pangs  they  feel  within. 

6  Though  pressed  with  fears  on  ev'ry  side, 
They  know  not  how  the  strife  may  end  ; 
Yet  he  will  soon  the  cause  decide, 
And  judgment  un(o  vict'ry  send. 


Hymn  1  10.      C. 

Christ's  Condi  ?o  Little  Children* 

M  iik  x.  ii. 
1  See  Israel's  gentle  I  stand, 

With  all-en  _ 
Hark,  how  h  he  tender  Iambs, 

And  folds  them  in  his  aims  ! 


HYMN    141.  113 

"  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

■■  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
11  For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 

11  The  Lord  of  angels  came." 
We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Joyful,  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 

Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 
Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear, 

Ye  children,  seek  his  face  ; 
And  fly  with  transport,  to  receive 

The  blessings  of  his  grace. 
If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 

Thy  guardian  care  we  trust ; 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 

If  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 

Hymn  141.     C.  M.      . 

Youth  Invited  to  Love   Christ* 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds,  draw  near; 
And  turn  from  ev'ry  mortal  charm, 

A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 
He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 

Your  friendship  to  pursue* 
"  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

"  Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 
11  And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace, 

"  Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 
What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compar'd  with  ihee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 

Like  what  in  christ  I  see  ? 

10* 


J  II  HYMN    112—143. 

5  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys, 
Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
*Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find. 


Hymn  142.       C.  M. 

On  the  Education  of  Children  and   Youth* 

1  Blessed  is  the  man,  whose  heart  expands, 

At  melting  pity's  call, 
And  the  rich  blessings  of  his  hands,. 
Like  heavenly  manna,  fall. 

2  Mercy,  descending  from  above, 

In  softest  accents  pleads  ; 
O,  may  each  tender  bosom  move, 
When  mercy  intercedes  ! 
)  Be  ours  the  bliss,  in  wisdom's  way 
To  guide  untutor'd  youth  ; 
And  lead  the  mind  that  went  astray, 
To  virtue  and  to  truth. 
1  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 
And  God  will  well  approve, 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 
And  their  Creator  love. 

5  Delightful  work !  young  souls  to  win, 

And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  redeeming  grace. 

6  Almighty  God  !  thy  iniluence  shed, 

To  aid  this  good  design  ; 
The  honours  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  thine. 

Hymn  143.      L.  M. 

Swiday  St hoo I. 

Congregation. 

1  Great  God,  accept  our  songs  of  praise. 
Which  we  would  to  thy  honour  raise  j 


iivmx   141.  H5 

Bless  our  attempts  to  spread  abroad 
The  knowledge  of  our  Saviour  God. 
Children. 

Next  to  our  God,  our  thanks  are  due 
To  those  who  did  compassion  shew, 
In  kindly  pointing  out  the  road, 
That  leads  to  Christ,  the  way  to  God. 

Congregation. 
We  claim  no  merit  of  our  own  ; 
Great  God,  the  work  is  thine  alone  ! 
Thou  didst  at  first  our  hearts  incline, 
To  carry  on  this  great  design. 
Children. 

Now  wre  are  taught  to  read  and  pray, 
To  hear  God's  word,  to  keep  his  day  ; 
Lord,  here  accept  the  thanks  we  bring — - 
Our  infant  tongues  thy  praise  would  sing. 

Congregation. 
With  those  dear  children,  we'll  unite; 
Their  songs  inspire  us  with  delight ; 
Lord,  while  on  earth  we  sing  thy  love. 
May  angels  join  the  notes  above. 
Children. 

Great  God,  our  benefactors  bless, 
Congregation. 

And  crown  thy  word  with  great  success ; 

Both. 

O  may  we  meet  around  thy  throne, 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  strains  unknown, 


Hymn  1 14.      L.  M. 

Sunday  School. 
Congregation. 

1  O  what  a  pleasure  'tis  to  see 
Christians  in  harmony  agree, 
To  teach  the  rising  race  to  know 
They're  born  in  sin,  expos'd  to  wo  ! 


lit)  HYMN    1  | 

Children. 

2  O  what  a  privilege  is  this,  ' 
That  we  obtain'd  so  rich  a  grace  ! 
We're  taught  the  path  to  endless  day — 
We're  taught  to  read,  to  sing,  and  pray. 

Chorus. 

3  To  God  let  highest  praise  be  giv'n  ; 
Hark!  how  the  echo  sounds  from  heav'n 
Come,  let  us  with  the  angels  join — 
Glory  to  God,  good  will  to  men. 

Congregation- 

4  Lord,  thou  hast  said,  in  sacred  page, 
That  children  are  thy  heritage  : 
Accept  them,  bless  them  with  thy  grace, 
Till  they  above  behold  thy  face. 

Children. 

5  Let  blessings  in  abundance  flow 
On  all  around  us  here  below  ; 
May  we  our  benefactors  meet, 
Around  Jehovah's  blissful  seat. 

Chorus. 

To  God  let  highest  praise  be  giv'n  ; 
Hark !  how,  &c. 


Hymn  145.       C.  M. 

Sunday  School. 
Boys. 

1  Once  more  we  keep  the  sacred  day, 

That  saw  the  Saviour  rise  ; 
Once  more  we  tune  our  infant  song 
To  him  that  rules  the  skies. 

Girls. 

2  What  numbers  vainly  spend  these  hours, 

That  are  to  Jesus  due  ; 
Children  and  parents,  how  they  live  ! 
And  how  they  perish  too  ! 
Boys. 

3  But  we,  a  happier  few,  are  taught 

Tho  ways  of  heav'nly  truth  ; 


HYMN    146.  117 

We  hail  once  more  the  plan  of  love, 

That  pities  wand'ring  youth.  * 

Girls. 

4  Our  foolish  hearts  are  prone  to  err  •, 

Too  oft  we  find  it  so ; 
O  may  the  God  of  grace  forgive, 
And  better  hearts  bestow. 
Boys. 

5  Teach  us  the  way,  while  here  we  learn 

To  read  thy  holy  word  ; 
Bless  all  the  kind  instructions  giv'n, 
And  make  us  thine,  O  Lord. 
Both. 

6  Praise  to  our  God,  and  thanks  to  those 

Who  thus  the  poor  befriend  ; 
While  the  rich  benefit  we  reap, 
Ou  them  the  blessing  send. 


Hymn  146.      S.  M. 

Sunday  School. 

Boys. 
Lord,  in  the  days  of  youth, 
May  we  in  grace  improve  ; 
And  learn  the  word  of  sacred  truth, 
The  Saviour's  dying  love  ! 

Girls. 

Our  moments  haste  away, 
With  evVy  heaving  breath; 
And  swiftly  hastens  on  the  day, 
When  we  must  sink  in  death. 

Boys. 
W7hile  some  are  never  taught 
The  w:iy  of  God  with  care  ; 
W7e  bless  the  Lord  that  we  are  brought 
To  this  thine  house  of  prayer. 

Girls. 
Lord,  give  us  ears  to  hear, 
And  hearts  to  understand  ; 


118  HYMN    147. 

In  trouble  may  we  find  thee  near — 
A  Saviour  close  at  hand ! 
Boys. 

5  Through  life's  dark,  rugged  road, 
Thus  far  we're  kept  by  thee  : 

May  heav'n  at  last  be  our  abode, 
Thy  glory  there  to  see. 
Girls. 

6  Blest  be  our  God  who  lives, 
And  reigns  with  boundless  sway  j 

Richly  our  benefactor  gives  : 
We'll  praise  him  all  the  day. 
Both. 
^»        7       Beyond  the  azure  sky, 

We'll  praise  thee  more  and  more  -, 
And  through  a  long  eternity, 

A  God  in  Christ  adore.     Hal.     Amen, 


Hymn  147.       L.  M. 

Exemplary  Deportment. 

1  Behold  the  sons  and  heirs  of  God, 
So  dearly  bought  with  Jesus'  blood  ! 
Are  they  not  born  to  heavenly  joys  ? 
And  shall  they  stoop  to  earthly  toys  ? 

2  Can  laughter  feed  th'  immortal  mind  ? 
Were  spirits  of  celestial  kind 

Made  for  a  jest,  for  sport,  for  play, 
To  wear  out  time  and  waste  the  day  t 

3  Doth  vain  discourse  or  empty  mirth 
Well  suit  the  honours  of  their  birth  ? 
Shall  they  be  fond  of  gay  attire, 

Which  children  love,  which  fools  admire? 

4  What  if  we  wear  the  richest  vest I 
Insects  and  birds  are  better  drest ; 
This  flesh,  with  all  its  gaudy  forms, 
Must  drop  to  dust  and  iced  the  worms. 


hymn  148—149.  119 

5  LorJ,  raise  our  hearts  and  passions  high, 
Touch  our  vain  souls  with  sacred  fire, 
Then  with  a  heav'n-directed  eye, 
We'll  pass  these  glitt'ring  trifles  by. 

6  We'll  look  on  all  the  to}S  below. 
With  such  disdain  as  angels  do  ; 
And  wait  the  call  that  bids  us  rise, 
To  mansions  promised  in  the  skies. 

Hymn  148.      L.  M. 

Uncharitable  Judgment. 

1  All  seeing  God,  'tis  thine  to  know 

The  springs  whence  wrong  opinions  flow  ; 
To  judge  from  principles  within, 
"When  frailty  errs,  and  when  we  sin. 

2  Who  among  men,  high  Lord  of  all, 
Thy  servants  to  his  bar  may  call  ? 
Decide  of  heresy,  and  shake 

A  brother  o'er  the  flaming  lake  ? 

3  Who  with  another's  eye,  can  read  ? 
Or  worship  by  another's  creed  ? 
Believing  thy  command  alone, 

We  humbly  seek  and  use  our  own. 

4  If  wrong,  forgive  ;  accept,  if  right, 
Whilst  faithful  we  obey  our  light ; 
And,  cens'ring  none,  are  zealous  still 
To  follow  as  to  learn  thy  will. 

5  When  shall  our  happy  eyes  behold 
Thy  people  fashion'd  in  thy  mould  ? 
And  charity  our  lineage  prove, 
Deriv'd  from  thee,  O  God  of  love  ? 


Hymn  149.      L.  M, 

Christian  Fellowship.     Acts  ii.  42. 
1  Ye  diff'rent  sects,  who  all  declare, 
^  "  Lo,  here  is  Christ,  or  Christ  is  there  !  " 


120  HYMN    150. 

Your  stronger  proofs  divinely  give, 
And  shew  me  where  the  christians  live? 

2  Your  claim,  alas  !  ye  cannot  prove  ; 
Ye  want  the  genuine  mark  of  love  : 
Thou,  only  ihou,  thine  own  canst  know, 
For  sure  thou  hast  a  church  below. 

3  Scattered  o'er  all  the  earth  they  lie, 
Till  thou  callcst  them  with  thine  eye  ! 
Draw  by  the  music  of  thy  name, 
And  charm  into  a  beauteous  llame. 

4  For  this  the  pleading  Spirit  groans, 
And  cries  in  all  thy  banfch'd  ones  ; 
Love,  greatest  of  thy  gifts,  im| 
And  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart. 

5  Join  ev'ry  soul  that  looks  to  thee, 
In  bonds  of  perfect  charily  : 

Now.  Lord,  thy  glorious  fulness  give, 
And  all  in  all  for  ever  live. 


Hymn  150.      S.  M. 

Love   to  the   Brethren. 

Bless'd  be  the  lie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  christian  love: 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 

Is  like  to  that  above. 

Before  our  fathers  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  arms,  are  one, 

Our  comforts  and  our  oil 

We  share  our  mutual  wo- 

Our  mutual  a  bear  ; 

And  often  for  each  other  Hows 

The  sympathizing  tear. 

When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 


HYMN    151.  W* 

But  we  shall  still  be  joinM  in  heart, 

And  hope  to  meet  again. 

This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way, 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 

And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

jrom  sorrow,  toil  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign. 

Through  all  eternity. 


Hymn  151.      L.  M. 

Christ's  Address  to  the    Church  at  Ephesu  > 

Rev.  ii.  1 — 7. 

!   Thus  saith  the  Lord  to  Ephesus, 
And  thus  he  speaks  to  some  of  us, 
"  Amidst  my  churches,  lo,  I  stand. 
And  hold  the  pastures  in  my  hand. 

2  "  Thy  works  to  me  are  fully  known, 
Thy  patience,  and  thy  toil  I  own  ; 
Thy  views  of  gospel  truth  are  clear, 
Nor  canst  thou  other  doctrine  bear. 

>  u  Yet  1  must  blame,  while  I  approve  :. 
Where  is  thy  first,  thy  fervent  love? 
Dost  thou  forget  my  love  to  thee, 
That  thine  is  grown  so  faint  to  me  ? 

4  "  Recall  to  mind  the  happy  days, 

When  thou  wast  filPd  with  joy  and  praise; 
Repent — thy  former  works  renew, 
Then  I'll  restore  thy  comforts  too. 

5  "  Return  at  once,  when  1  reprove, 
Lest  I  thy  candlestick  remove  ; 
And  thou,  too  late,  thy  loss  lament, 
1  warn,  before  1  strike  ;  *  Repent." 

11 


122  utmn  152. 

6  Hearken  to  what  the  spirit  saith 
To  him  who  overcomes  by  faith  ; 
11  The  fruit  of  life's  unfading  tree, 
In  Paradise  his  food  shall  be." 

Hymn  152.       C.  M. 

Christ's  Address  to  the   Church  at  Smyrna. 
Rev.  ii.  11. 
1   The  message  once  to  Smyrna  sent, 
A  message  full    of  grace  ; 
To  all  the  Saviour's  flock  is  meant, 
In  every  age  and  place. 
S  Thus  lo  his  Church,  his  chosen  bride. 
Saith  the  great  FIRST  and  LAST,' 
Who  ever  lives,  though  once  he  died  ! 
"  Hold  thy  profession  fast. 

3  "  Thy  works  and  sorrow  well  I  know, 

Perform'd  and  borne  for  me  ; 
Poor  though  thou  art,  despis'd  and  low, 
Yet  who  is  rich  like  thee  ? 

4  "  1  know  thy  foes,  and  what  they  say, 

How  long  they  have  blasphem'd ; 
The  synagogue  of  Satan,  they, 

Though  they  would  Jews  be  deem'd. 

5  u  Though  Satan  for  a  season  rage, 

And  prisons  bp  your  lot : 
1  am  your  friend,  and  I  engage 
You  shall  not  be  forgot. 

6  "  Be  faithful  unto  death,  nor  fear 

A  few  short  days  of  strife  ; 
Behold  the  prize  you  soon  shall  wear, 
A  crown  of  endless  life." 

7  Hear  what  the  Holy  Spirit  saith 

Of  all  who  overcome  ; 
"  They  shall  escape  the  second  death, 
The  sinners  awful  doom  !" 


hymn  153—154.  123 

Hymn  153.       7  &  6. 

Christ's  Address  to  the  Church  at  Sardis. 

Rev.  iii.  1—6. 
1       Write  to  Sardis,  saith  the  Lord, 
And  write  what  he  declares  ; 
He,  whose  Spirit,  and  whose  Word, 

Upholds  the  seven  stars  : 
All  thy  works  and  ways  I  search, 
Find  thy  zeal  and  love  decay'd  ; 
Thou  art  calPd  a  living  church, 
But  thou  art  cold  and  dead* 
Z       "  Watch — remember — seek,  and  strive, 
Exert  thy  former  pains  : 
Let  thy  timely  care  revive, 

And  strengthen  what  remains  : 
Cleanse  thy  heart,  thy  works  amend, 
Former  times  to  mind  recall ; 
Let  my  sudden  stroke  descend, 
And  smite  thee  once  for  all. 

3       Yet  I  number  now  in  thee, 

A  few  who  are  upright ; 
These  my  Father's  face  shall  see, 

And  walk  with  me  in  white : 
When  in  judgment  I  appear, 
They  for  mine  shall  stand  confessed, 
Let  my  faithful  servants  hear, 

And  wo  be  to  the  rest," 


Hymn  154.      L.  M. 

tfs  Address  to  the  Church  at   Philadelphia. 
Rev.  iii.  7 — 13. 
J   Thus  saith  the  holy  One,  and  true, 
To  his  beloved  faithful  few  ; 
"Of  heav'n  and  hell  I  hold  the  keys, 
To  shut  or  open  as  I  please. 


124  HYMN    lOO. 

3  "  I  know  thy  works,  and  I  approve, 
Though  small  thy'slrength,  sincere  thy  love  > 
Go  on  my  word  and  name  to  own, 

For  none  shall  rob  thee  of  thy  crown. 
I  "  Before  thee  see  my  mercy's  door 
Stands  open  wide  to  shut  no  more  ; 
Fear  not  temptation's  fiery  clay, 
For  I  will  be  thy  strength  and  stay. 

4  "  Thou  hast  my  promise,  hold  it  fast  ; 
Thy  trying  hour  will  soon  be  past  .       * 
Rejoice — for  lo  !  I  quickly  come, 

To  take  thee  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

,;>  "  A  pillar  there  no  more  to  move, 
Inscrib'd  with  all  my  names  of  love  ; 
A  monument  of  mighty  grace, 
Thou  shalt  forever  have  a  place." 

6  Such  is  the  conquerors'  reward, 
Prepar'd  and  promis'd  by  the  Lord  ; 
Let  him  who  hath  the  ear  of  faith, 
Attend  to  what  the  Spirit  saith. 


Hymn  155.      L.  M. 

Christ's  Address  to  the   Church  at  Laodicea, 
Rev.  iii.     14—20. 

1  Hear  what  the  Lord,  the  great  Amen, 
The  true  and  faithful  Witness  says  : 
He  formed  the  vast  creation's  plan, 
And  searches  all  our  hearts  and  ways. 

2  To  some  he  speaks,  as  once  of  old, 

"  I  know  thee — thy  profession's  vain  : 
Since  thou  art  neither  hot  nor  cold, 
I'll  spurn  thee  from  me  with  disdain. 

3  u  Thou  boastest  4  I  am  wise  and  rich, 
Increased  in  goods,  and  Mthiag  need,' 
And  dost  not  know  thou  art  a  wretch, 
Naked,  and  poor,  and  blind,  and  dead. 


hymn  156.  I2;> 

"  Yet  while  I  thus  rebuke,  I  love, 

My  message  is  in  mercy  sent ; 

That  thou  may'st  my  compassion  prove, 

I  can  forgive,  if  thou  repent, 

II  Would'st  thou  be  truly  rich  and  wise, 
Come  buy  my  gold  in  fire  well  tried  ; 
My  ointment,  to  anoint  thine  eyes, 

My  robe  thy  nakedness  to  hide. 
M  See,  at  thy  door  I  stand  and  knock  5 
Poor  sinner  shall  I  wait  in  vain? 
Quickly  thy  stubborn  heart  unlockr 
That  I  may  enter  with  my  train. 
"  Thou  canst  not  entertain  a  King, 
Unworthy  thou  of  such  a  guest ! 
But  I  my  own  provision  bring, 
To  make  thy  soul  a  heav'nly  feast." 


Hymn  156.      7's, 
Self  Examination* 

t  'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
Oft  it  causes  anxious  thoughts  :— 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull,  this  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly  sure  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Pray'r  a  task  and  burden  prove — 
Ev'ry  trifle  give  me  pain — 

If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 
I  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will. 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall  • 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  fee!, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all! 


126  HYMN    157. 

5  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet, 
Choose  the  ways  1  once  abhorr'd, 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord? 

I  Lord  decide  the  doubtful  case, 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

7  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more> 
If  I  love  at  all  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  lov'd  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


Hymn  157.      C.  M. 

Religion  the  one  thing  NetdfuT. 

\   Religion  is  the  chief  concern 
Oi  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 

2  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealth,, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows  ; 
Not  reputation,  food,  nor  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage. 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  O  may  my  heart  by  grace  renew'd, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne ; 
And  be  my  Stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  love, 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  ; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere* 


HfM.V    158.  i- 


Preserve  me  from  the  snares  c 

Through  my  remaining  days  ; 
And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine, 

To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 
Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire  \ 

Let  warm  affections  rise  : 
And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire. 

To  mount  above  the  skies. 


Hymn  158.       C.  M. 

Famine  of  the    Word. 

1  Gladness  was  spread  through  Israel's  hos 

When  first  they  manna  view'd; 
They  labour'd  who  should  gather  most, 
And  thought  it  pleasant  food. 

2  But  when  they  had  it  long  enjoy'd 

From  day  to  day  the  same, 
Their  hearts  were  by  the  plenty  cloy'd, 
Although  from  heav'n  it  came. 

3  Thus  gospel  bre?d  at  first  is  prized. 

And  makes  a  people  glad  ; 
But  afterwards,  too  much  despis'd, 

When  easy  to  be  had. 
1  But  should  the  Lord,  displeased,  withhold 

The  bread,  his  mercy  sends  ; 
To  have  our  houses  fiil'd  with  gold, 

Would  make  but  poor  amends. 

5  How  tedious  would  the  week  appear, 

How  dull  the  Sabbath  prove  ; 
Could  we  no  longer  meet  to  hear 
The  precious  truths  we  love? 

6  How  would  believing  parents  bear 

To  leave  their  heedless  youth. 
Expos'd  to  f»v'ry  fatal  snare, 
Without  the  light  of  truth  ? 


128  HYMN    159. 

7  Preserve  us  from  this  judgment,  Lord, 
For  Jesus'  sake  we  plead  ; 
A  famine  of  the  gospel  word 
Would  be  a  stroke  indeed  ! 


Hymn  159.      C.  M. 

[Tune,  Stade,  Vil.  Har.] 

Deliverance  from  a  Storm. 

i  Our  little  bark,  on  boisterous  seas. 
By  cruel  tempest  tost, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Expecting  to  be  lost. 

2  We  to  the  Lord  in  humble  pray'r 

Breath'd  out  our  sad  distress  ; 
Though  feeble,  yet  with  contrite  hearts. 
We  begg'd  return  of  peace. 

3  With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and  (O,  amazing  love  !) 
He  came  to  our  relief.     Hallelujah,. 

4  The  stormy  winds  did  cease  to  blow, 

The  waves  no  more  did  roll ; 
And  soon  again  a  placid  sea 

Spoke  comfort  to  each  soul.     Hal. 

9  O !  may  our  grateful,  trembling  hearts 
Sweet  hallelujah's  sing, 
To  him  who  hath  our  lives  preserv'd, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King.     Hal. 

$  Let  us  proclaim  to  all  the  world, 
With  heart  and  voice,  again, 
And  tell  the  wonders  he  hath  done 
For  us,  the  sons  of  men.     Hal* 


HYMN    160—161.  129 

Hymn  160.      L.  M. 

Prayer  Answered  by  Crosses* 

1  I  ask'd  the  Lord  that  I  might  gruw 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace  ; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek,  more  earnestly,  his  face. 

2  I  hop'd  that  in  some  favour'd  hour, 
At  once  he'd  answer  my  request  ; 
And  by  his  love's  constraining  power 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  give  me  rest. 

3  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 
The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 
And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 
Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

4  Yea  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  seem'd 
Intent  to  aggravate  my  wo  : 

Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 
Blasted  my  gourds  and  laid  me  low. 

5  u  Lord,  why  is  this,"  I  trembling  cry'd, 
"  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death  ? 

11  'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  reply'd, 
"  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 
C  "  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

"  From  self,  and  pride,  to  set  thee  free  ; 
11  An  J  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
"  That  thou  raay'st  seek  thy  All  in  me'." 

Hymn  161.      S.  M. 

[Tune,  Gospel  Pool.] 
Bethesda's  Pool.  John  v.  2 — L 

1  Beside  the  gospel  pool, 
Appointed  for  the  poor, 

From  year  to  year  my  helples  soul 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  seen 
The  healing  waters  move  i 


130  HYMN    162. 

And  others  round  me  stepping  in, 
There  efficacy  prove  ! 

3  But  my  complaints  remain  ; 
I  feel  the  very  same  ; 

As  full  of  guilt,  and  fear,  and  pain, 
As  when  at  first  I  came. 

4  O,  would  the  Lord  appear 
My  malady  to  heal ; 

He  knows  how  long  I've  languished  here. 
And  what  distress  I  feel. 

5  [How  often  have  1  thought, 
Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 

Surely  the  mercy  1  have  sought, 
Is  not  for  such  as  I  ? 

6  But  whither  can  1  go  ? 
There  is  no  other  pool 

Where  streams  of  sov'reign  virtue  flow 
To  make  a  sinner  whole.] 

7  Here,  then,  from  day  to  day, 
Fll  wait  and  hope  and  try  ; 

Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 
Yet  suffer  him  to  die  ? 

8  No — he  is  full  of  grace  ; 
He  never  will  permit 

A  soul,  that  fain  would  see  his  face, 
To  perish  at  his  feet. 


Hymn  162.      L.  M. 

The  Pool  of  Billies  da.     John  v.  2 — 4. 

1  How  long,  thou  faithful  God,  shall  I 
Here  in  thy  ways  forgotten  lie  ? 
When  shall  the  means  of  healing  be 
The  channels  of  thy  grace  to  me  ? 

2  Sinners  on  ev'ry  side  step  in, 

And  wash  away  their  pain  and  sin  j 


hymn  163—164.  131 

But  I,  an  helpless  sin-sick  soul, 
Still  lie  expiring  at  the  pool. 

3  Thou  covenant  angel  swift  come  down, 
To-day  thine  own  appointments  crown  ; 
Thy  power  into  the  means  infuse, 

And  give  them  now  their  sacred  use. 

4  Thou  sees*  me  lying  at  the  pool, 

I  would,  thou  know'st,  I  would  be  whole  ; 

0  let  the  troubled  waters  move, 
And  minister  thy  healing  love. 

Hymn  163.      L.  M. 

God  ready   to  Forgive  ;  or,  Despair  Sinful, 

1  What  mean  these  jealousies  and  fears  ? 
As  if  the  Lord  was  loth  to  save, 

Or  lov'd  to  see  us  drench'd  in  tears, 
And  sink  with  sorrow  to  the  grave! 

2  Does  he  want  slaves  to  grace  his  throne  ? 
Or  rules  he  by  an  iron  rod  ? 

Loves  he  the  deep,  despairing  groan  ? 
Is  he  a  tyrant,  or  a  God  ? 

3  Not  all  the  sins  which  we  have  wrought, 
So  much  his  tender  bowels  grieve, 

As  this  unkind,  injurious  thought, 
That  he's  unwilling  to  forgive. 

4  "  I've  found  a  ransom,"  saith  the  Lord, 

II  No  humble  penitent  shall  die  ;" 
Lord,  we  would  now  believe  thy  word, 
And  thy  unbounded  mercies  try. 

Hymn  164.        7's. 
Redeeming  Love.         Psalm  cxi.  9. 

1  Now  begin  the  heav'nly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  : 
Ye,  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 


132  hymN'  165. 

o  [Ye.  who  see  ihc  Father's  grau 
"  Beaming  in  ihe  Saviour's  lace, 

As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 

Praise  and  bless  redeeming  lovc.J 
3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  lea 

Banish  all  vour  guilty  fears  ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove 

Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love. 
l  TYe   alas!   who  long  have ^een, 
*  Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin, 

Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 

Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 
5  Welcome  all,  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  the  Saviour's  breast ; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 
fi  \V  subdu'd  th'  infernal  pow'rs, 
His  tremendous  foes  and  ours, 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove  ; 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 
7  Hither  then  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  tuneful  Btnng; 
Mortals  join  the  hosts  above; 
JoTn  to  Praise  redeeming  love. 

Hymn  165.       7's. 
Burdens  Sinners  Invito  Ckri.U     Mat.  ta.  ». 
i   Tome   ve  weary  souls  opprest, 
1   F?nd VchrUt  the  promis'd  rest; 
r\    Kim  nil  vour  burdens  roll, 
H^canwou'nd  and  he  .eke  whole. 
,  Ye  who  dread  the  wra.b  -.God 

"  Come  and  wash  «  blopdj 

To  the  Son  of  Dowd  cry. 
In  his  word  he's  passing  by. 


hymn  166 — 167.  133 

Naked,  guilty,  poor,  and  blind, 
All  your  wants  in  Jesus  find; 
This  the  day  of  mercy  is, 
Now  accept  the  profter'd  bliss. 


Hymn  166.     C.  M. 

Successful  Resolve.      Esther  iv.  16. 
1  Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve : 
0  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
"  Hath  like  a  mountain  rose, 
"  1  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
"  Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

u  And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

11  I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

"  Without  his  sov'reign  grace. 

4  "  But  should  the  Lord  reject  my  plea, 

"  And  disregard  my  pray'r  ; 
"  Yet  still,  like  Esther,  I  will  stay,  - 
"  And  perish  only  there. 

5  [u  I  can  but  perish  if  1  go — 

t;  I  am  resolv'd  to  try, 
"  For  if  I  stay  away,  1  know 

"  1  must  forever  die."] 
<3\"  But  should  I  die  with  mercy  sought, 

"  When  I  the  King  have  tried  : 
"  I  there  should  die,  (delightful  thought!) 

11  Where  ne'er  a  sinner  dy'd." 

Hymn  167?    S.  M. 

Maaman  Healed.         2  Kings,  v.  1 — 14. 
1        When  Syria's  leprous  chief 
From  fair  Damascus  came, 
12 


•84  HYJVIN    168. 

Fir'd  with  the  hopes  of  sure  relief. 
By  great  Elisha's  fame — 

2  The  holy  prophet  stood 
Attentive  to  his  strain, 

And  bid  him  wash  in  Jordan's  flood. 
And  instantly  be  clean. 

3  [The  means  of  cure  appear'd 
So  humbling  to  his  pride, 

With  high  disdain  the  warrior  heard, 
And  sternly  thus  reply'd — - 

4  "  To  wash  in  Jordan's  streams, 
"  I  can't  approve  as  meet, 

"  When  Pharphar's  streams  are  known  to  lave 
11  My  own  Damascus'  feet. 
b       "  What  business  have  I   here, 
"Par  from  my  native  place  ? 
"  Could  I  not  wash  in  water  there, 
"  And  there  receive  the  grace  ?] 
£       Thus  men  neglect  the  use 

Of  means  which  God  makes  known. 
And  in  their  room  would  introduce 
Inventions  of  their  own. 
7       O  give  me  wisdom,  Lord, 
Thy  holy  ways  to  prize, 
And  follow  thy  commanding  word- 
However  men  despise. 

Hymn  168.      C.  M. 

Christ   the  Pilot,  or  Saints  safety  in  Death. 
Acts,  xxvii.  44. 

1  None  that  embark  at  God's  command 

For  heaven,  can  e'er  be  lost ; 
All  safe  escape  to  Canaan's  land, 
However  tempest  tos^'d. 

2  Though  winds  may  blow  and  storms  arise, 

And  rocks  and  sands  appear  : 


HYMN 


169,  135 


The  Saviour  to  his  people  flies, 

And  bids  them  not  to  fear. 
Though  seeming  on  destruction's  brink, 

While  the  dread  tempests  roar  ; 
However  toss'd,  they  shall  not  sink, 

But  safely  reach  the  shore. 
Though  neither  sun  nor  stars  appear 

For  many  days  in  sight ; 
Trust  in  the  Lord,  be  of  good  cheer. 

And  he  shall  guide  you  right. 
Then  let  the  saints  in  God  confide, 

And  on  his  promise  rest; 
They  shall  the  storms  of  life  outride. 

And  be  for  ever  blest. 


Hymn  169.     6.6.6.6.8.8. 

Christ  the  Pilot.         Luke  viii.  22, 

1  Jesus,  at  thy  command, 
1  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land, 
Where  sin  lull's  all  asleep  : 

For  thee  I  fain  would  all  resign, 

And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

2  [What  though  the  seas  are  broad  ? 
What  though  the  waves  are  strong? 
What  though  tempestuous  storms 
Distress  me  all  along  ? 

Yet  what  are  seas,  or  stormy  wind, 
Compar'd  to  Christ,  the  sinner's  friend  ?] 

3  Christ  is  my  pilot  wise  ; 
My  compass  is  his  word  ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 
While  I  have  such  a  Lord  ! 

1  trust  hib  faithfulness  and  pow'r, 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 


f36  HYMN  1 7 a. 

4         Though  rocks  and  quicksand's  deep 

Through  all  my  passage  lie, 

Yet  Christ  shall  safely  keep. 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye : 
How  can  1  sink  with  such  a  prop, 
That  bears  the  world  and  all  things  up  ! 

By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest ; 

My  soul  thy  sails  expand, 

And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast  ! 
O  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  more, 

6  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 
And  all  my  storms  subside  ; 
Then  to  my  succor  fly, 
And  keep  me  near  thy  side  : 

For  more  the  treach'rous  calm  I  dread, 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

7  Come,  heavenly  wind,  and  blow 
A  prosp'rous  gale  of  grace, 

To  waft  me  from  below, 
To  heav'n,  my  destin'd  place  : 
Then,  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind  J 


Hymn  170.       7's. 
Sabbatic   Year.  Lev.  xxv.   1 — 17. 

1  God  of  sabbath,  Israel's  Lord, 
Thee  we'll  praise  with  one  accord: 
Hear  our  humble,  earnest  prayV, 
Haste  the  great  sabbatic  year. 

2  Now  thy  glory  to  us  show, 
Give  a  taste  of  heav'n  below; 
Lord,  to  thee  we  bow  in  pray'r, 
Haste  the  great  sabbatic  year* 


HYMN    171.  137 

Now  the  captive  sinners  free, 
Now  declare  thy  Jubilee  ; 
Now  accomplish  this  our  pray'r, 
Haste  the  great  sabbatic  year. 
Now  the  senseless  sinner  wound, 
Let  the  strong  man,  arm'd,  be  bound : 
Spread  thy  gospel,  hear  our  pray'r ; 
Haste  the  great  sabbatic  year. 
Now  thy  word  with  pow'r  endue, 
Let  it  wound  and  quicken  too  ; 
Make  them  fly  to  thee  in  pray'r; 
Haste  the  great  sabbatic  year. 
Now  let  the  thoughtless  souls  awake, 
All  their  follies  now  forsake  : 
Answer,  Lord,  our  daily  pray'r, 
Haste  the  great  sabbatic  year. 
Bring  the  joyful  sabbath  on, 
Let  the  gospel  tidings  run  ; 
Then  in  ceaseless  praise  we'll  sing, 
Hallelujah  to  our  King. 


Hymn  171.      L.  M. 
Sabbath.     Heb.  iv.  9. 

1  Thine  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun: 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

12* 


138  hymn  172—173. 

4  O  long-expected  day,  begin — 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  wo  and  sin, 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  wear>  road, 
And  sleep  in  death  to  rest  with  God. 

Hymn  172.      L.  M. 

Liberality  the   Beneficence  of  Christ  for  our  Im- 
itation.    Acts  x,  38. 

1  When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  hi©  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 

That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 

2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view, 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue  $ 
Let  alms  bestow'd,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,  but  nothing  gives ; 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can  thank. 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank  ! 

4  But  he,  who  marks  from  day  to  day, 
In  gen'rous  acts,  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 


Hymn  173.       L.  P.  M.  double. 

Christ  the   Good  Shepherd. 

1  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherds  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
.And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

$  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant. 


HYMN    174.  I3S 

To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads, 
My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads  ; 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow. 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  ilow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread. 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou.  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still : 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade. 

4  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile, 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 


Hymn  174.       C.  Kl 

ProdigaVs  Return.  Luke  xv.  20 — 30. 

1  When  to  his  Father's  fond  embrace 

The  prodigal  returned, 
The  tears  bedew'd  his  aged  face ; 
With  love  his  bosom  burn'd. 

2  He  kiss'd  him  with  a  father's  love, 

Though  he  such  crimes  had  done  ; 
Reprov'd  the  sin  that  made  him  rove, 
Yet  own'd  him  for  his  son. 

3  For  him  the  fatted  calf  they  slew, 

The  father's  grace  to  prove  : 
While  on  the  rebel's  hand  we  view 
The  tokens  of  his  love. 

4  With  a  bright  robe  my  son  array, 

For  'tis  my  royal  will  ; 
Make  no  excuse — without  delay, 
For  he's  a  fav'rite  still. 


MO  HYMN    175 — 176. 

Hymn   175.      L.  M. 

Noah  Preserved  in  the  Ark,  and  the     Believer  ii> 

Christ.        I  Pet.  iii.   20.   21. 

1  The  deluge,  at  th'  Almighty's  call  ; 

In  what  impetuous  streams  it  fell  !  * 

Swallow'd  the  mountains  in  its  rage, 
And  swept  a  guilty  world  to  hell. 

2  In  vain  the  tallest  sons  of  pride 
Fled  from  the  close  pursuing  wave  ; 
.Nor  could  their  mightiest  towers  defend, 
Nor  swiftness  'scape,  nor  courage  save, 

3  How  dire  the  wreck  !  how  loud  the  roar, 
How  shrill  the  universal  cry 

Of  millions  in  the  last  despair, 
Re-echo'd  from  the  lowering  sky ! 

4  Yet  Noah,  humble  happy  saint, 
Surrounded  with  the  chosen  few, 
Siit  in  his  Ark,  secure  from  fear, 

And  sang  the  grace  that  steer'd  him  through* 

5  So  may  I  sing  in  Jesus  safe, 

While  storms  of  vengeance  round  me  fall, 
Conscious  how  high  my  hopes  are  fix'd, 
Beyond  what  shakes  this  earthly  ball. 

6  Enter  thine  Ark,  while  patience  waits, 
Nor  ever  quit  that  sure  retreat  : 

Then  the  wide  flood,  which  buries  earth, 
Shall  waft  thee  to  a  fairer  seat. 

7  Nor  wreck  nor  ruin  there  is  seen ; 
There  not  a  wave  of  trouble  rolls  ; 

But  the  bright  rainbow  round  the  throne, 
Seals  endless  life  to  all  their  souls. 

Hymn  176.      L.  M. 

The  Syro-Phenecian   Woman.     Mat.  xv.  26,  27. 
1  All-conquering  faith  !  how  high  it  rose! 
When  beav'p  itself  might  seem  t'  oppose  ! 


HYMN    177.  141 

All  gracious  Lord  !  who  didst  appear 
Most  merciful  when  most  severe  J 

S  Thus  at  thy  feet,  aur  souls  would  fall, 
And  loudly  thus  foy  mercy  call ; 
"  Thou  Son  of  David,  pity  show, 
11  And  save  us  from  th'  infernal  foe." 

J  Though  viler  than  the  brutes  we  be, 
Our  longing  eyes  would  wait  on  thee, 
Who  dost  to  dogs  such  grace  afford, 
To  taste  the  crumbs  beneath  thy  board. 

1  But  thou  the  humble  soul  wilt  raise, 
And  all  its  sorrows  turn  to  praise; 
Each  self-abasing,  broken  heart, 
Shall  with  thy  children  share  a  part. 


Hymn  177.      C.  M. 

Penitential.     Mark  i.  40,  41 — &  vii.  37. 

Luke  viii.  35,  36. 

1  Now,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  call, 

Thy  miracles  repeat! 
With  pitying  eye,  behold  me  fall, 
A  leper  at  thy  feet. 

2  Loathsome  and  vile,  and  self-abhorr'd, 

I  sink  beneath  my  sin  ; 
But,  if  thou  wilt,  a  gracious  word 
Of  thine  can  make  me  clean. 

3  Thou  seest  me  deaf  to  thy  commands, 

Open,  O  Lord,  mine  ear; 
Bid  me  stretch  out  my  wither'd  hands 
To  thee  in  humble  prayer. 

4  Silent,  alas  !  thou  know'st  how  long 

My  voice  I  cannot  raise  ; 
But  O,  when  thou  shalt  loose  my  tongue, 
The  dumb  shall  sing  thy  praise. 

5  Cast  out  thy  foes,  and  let  them  still 

To  thy  great  name  submit  ; 


142  hymn  178—179. 

Clothe  with  thy  righteousness,  and  heai, 

And  place  me  at  thy  feet. 
6  From  sin,  the  guilt,  the  pow'r,  the  pain. 

Thou  wilt  release  my  soul  ; 
Lord,  I  believe,  and  not  in  vain, 

For  thou  wilt  make  me  whole. 


Hymn  178.      L.  M. 

Christ   Worshipped  by  Men  and  An%th. 
Rev.  v.  11  —  13. 

1  O  thou,  in  whom  the  Gentiles  trust, 
Thou  only  holy,  only  just, 

Oh,  tune  our  souls  to  praise  thy  name, 
Jesus,  unchangeable,  the  same  ! 

2  If  angels,  whilst  to  thee  they  sing, 
Enshroud  their  faces  in  their  wing, 
How  shall  we  sinful  dust  draw  nigh 
The  great,  the  awful  Deity  ! 

3  Glory  to  thee,  auspicious  Lamb  ! 
Thou  holy  Lord,  thou  great  I  AM  ! 
With  all  our  pow'r  thy  grace  we  bless, 
Our  joy,  our  piece,  our  righteousness. 

4  Live,  ever-glorious  Jesus,  live  ! 
Worthy  all  blessings  to  receive  ! 
Worthy  on  high  enthroned  to  sit, 
With  cv'ry  pow'r  beneath  thy  feet! 


Hymn  179.      L.  M. 

Faith  in  Christ.     Isaiah  xxxv.  8 — 10. 

1  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone — 
He  whom  I  fix  mv  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  1  see,  and  Pll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophet  went, 
The  road  that  leads  bom  banishment. 


HYMN    180.  141 

The  king's  highway  of  holiness 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 
This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  moutn'd  because  I  found  it  not  ; 
My  grief,  my  burden,  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 
The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more  ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 
Lo  !  glad  I  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb3 
Wilt  me  receive,  though  weak  1  am  ; 
My  sinful  self  to  thee  I  give — 
Nothing  but  love  I  shall  receive. 
Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  1  have  found  ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  behold  the  way  to  God. 


Hymn  180.      L.  M. 

Faith  in  Christ.     Isa.  xiv.  24.     Jer.  xxiii.  6 

1  Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds  in  these  array'd. 
With  joy  shall  I  litt  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  all  my  plea — 
Jesus  hath  liv'd  and  dy'd  for  me. 

3  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  that  great  day. 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
Fully,  through  thee,  absolved  I  am 
From  sin's  tremendous  curse  and  shame. 

4  Thus  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  the  armies  bought  with  blood. 


HI  HYMN    181. 

Saviour  of  sinners,  thee  proclaim. 
Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  1  am. 

5  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruin'd  nature  sinks  in  years  ; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

6  O  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice, 
Now  bid  the  banish'd  ones  rejoice; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus  the  Lord  our  righteousness. 

Hymn  181.       7*s. 

[Tune,  Hotham.] 
Refuge  from  the  Storm.     Deut.  xxxiii.  27. 

1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly ; 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ! 

2  Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

3  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone — 
Still  support  and  comfort  me! 

4  All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd ; 
All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing, 

5  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 
Boundless  love  in  thee  1  find  ; 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 

0  Just  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

1  am  all  unrighteous- 


BYMNT    182.  m> 

Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am — 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 
7  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found •> 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  ; 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Let  me  feel  them  flow  within. 
S  Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art  ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 

Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart — 

Rise  to  all  eternity  ! 

Hymn  182.      L.  M. 

As  thy  Days,  so  shall  thy  Strength  be.   Deut.  33.  26, 

1  Afflicted  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near, 
Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond  and  say, 
N  How  shall  I  stand  the  trying  day  ?" 
He  has  engaged,  by  firm  decree, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be» 

3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong ; 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee  ; 
For  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

4  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Stili  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name  5 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shah  see, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

5  When  callVJ  to  bear  the  weighty  cross, 
Or  sore  afflictions,  pain,  or  loss, 

Or  deep  distress,  or  poverty. 

Still  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

6  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue; 
He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free, 

And  as  thy  davs,  thy  strength  shall  be. 
13 


14ii  hymn  183—184. 

Hymn  183.       CM. 

Bearing  the  Cross.     Mark  viiu  38. 

1  Didst  thou,  O  Saviour,  suffer  shame, 

And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ? 
And  shall  1  fear  to  own  thy  name, 
Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 

2  Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 

And  make  me  truly  bold  ; 
Let  knowledge,  faith,  and  meekness  shine. 
Nor  love,  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

3  Let  mockers  scoff,  the  world  defame. 

And  treat  me  with  disdain  ; 
Still  may  1  glory  in  thy  name, 
And  count  reproach  my  gain. 

4  To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  resign  ; 
Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit. 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 

Hymn  184.       C.  M. 
Contentment.        Phil.  iv.  2. 

1  Fierce  passions  discompose  the  mind, 

As  tempests  vex  the  sea  ; 
But  calm  content  and  peace  we  find, 
When,  Lord,  we  turn  to  thee. 

2  In  vain  by  reason  and  by  rule, 

We  try  to  bend  the  will  ; 
For  none  but  in  the  Saviour's  school. 
Can  learn  the  heav'nly  skill. 

3  Since  at  his  feet  my  soul  has  sat, 

His  gracious  words  to  hear, 
Contented  with  my  present  state, 
I  cast  on  him  my  care. 
Art  thou  a  sinner,  suiil  P1  he  said, 
hen  how  canst  thou  complain  ? 


hymn   185—186.  147 

"  How  light  thy  troubles  here,  if  weigh'd, 

u  With  everlasting  pain  ! 
11  If  thou  of  murm'ring  would'st  be  cur'd, 

"  Compare  thy  griefs  with  mine  ; 
"  Think  what  my  love  for  thee  endur'd, 

11  And  thou  wilt  not  repine," 
Thus  I  who  once  my  wretched  days 

In  vain  repinings  spent ; 
Taught  in  ray  Saviour's  school  of  grace, 

Have  learn'd  to  be  content. 


Hymn  185.      C.  iM. 

Filial  Submission.     Heb.  xii.  7. 

1  And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high, 

To  say,  "  my  Father  God  ?" 
Lord,  at  thy  feet,  I  fain  would  lie, 
And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 

For  thou  art  good  and  wise  ; 
Let  ev'ry  anxious  thought  be  still, 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darksome  gloom, 

And  bid  rae  wait  serene  ; 
Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 

4  My  Father — O,  permit  my  heart, 

To  plead  her  humble  claim, 
And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart. 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 


Hymn  186.      S.  M. 

Promise  to  Believers,  Parents,  and  their  Chi{* 
dren.     Gen.  xvii.  7. 
1       Lord,  what  our  ears  have  heard. 
Our  eyes  delighted  trace  : 


■148  HYMN    187. 

Thy  love  in  long  succession  shown 
To  Zion's  chosen  race. 

2  Our  children  thou  dost  claim. 
And  make  them  out  for  thine  : 

Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name. 
For  goodness  so  divine. 

3  Thee  let  the  Fathers  own. 
And  thee,  the  sons  adore; 

Join'd  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows, 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

4  Thy  covenant  may  they  keep, 
And  bless  the  happy  bands, 

Which  chosen  still  engage  their  hearts. 
To  honour  thy  commands. 

5  How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
How  plenteous  is  thy  grace ! 

Which  in  the  promise  of  thy  love, 
Includes  our  rising  race. 

6  Our  offspring  still  thy  care, 
Shall  own  their  father's  God; 

To  latest  times  thy  blessings  share, 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 


Hymn  187.       S.  M. 

Practical  Reflections.      Zach.   i.  5. 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 

That  bears  us  to  the  sea  ! 
The  tide  that  bears  our  thoughtless  souls 

To  vast  eternity ! 

Our  fathers,  where  arc  they, 

With  all  they  call'd  their  own  ! 
Their  joys,  and  griefs,  and  hopes,  and  cares, 

And  wealth,  and  honour,  gone  ! 

But  joy  or  grief  succeeds, 

Beyond  our  mortal  thought, 


HYMN   188%  149 

While  the  poor  remnant  of  their  dust. 
Lies  in  the  grave  forgot. 

4  There,  where  the  fathers  lie, 
Must  all  the  children  dwell ; 

Nor  other  heritage  possess 
But  such  a  gloomy  cell. 

5  God  of  our  fathers  hear, 
Thou  everlasting  friend ! 

While  we,  as  on  life's  utmost  verge. 
Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 

6  Of  all  the  pious  dead, 

May  we  their  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them  in  the  land  of  light. 
Wre  dwell  before  thy  face. 

Hymn  188.      C.  M. 

The  spreading  of  the  Gospel.     Psalm  Ixviii.  31. 

1  Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine  ; 
And  in  thy  works  by  all  beheld. 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent, 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace, 
Are  treasured  on  thy  mind. 

3  Lord  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  every  tribe,  and  every  soul, 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound? 

4  O,  when  shall  Afric's  sable  sons 

Enjoy  the  heavenly  word, 
And  vassals,  long  enslaved  become 
The  freemen  of  the  Lord. 
b  When  shall  th>  untutor'd,  heathen  tribe, 
A  dark  bewilder'd  race, 
13* 


150  HYMN   189. 

Sit  down  at  our  Immanuel's  feet, 

And  learn  and  see  his  grace  ? 
S  Haste  sov'reign  mercy,  and  transform 

Their  cruelty  to  love  ; 
Soften  the  tyger  to  a  lamb, 

The  vulture  to  a  dove, 
7  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt, 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays. 
And  build  on  sin's  demolish'd  throne. 

The  temples  of  thy  praise. 

Hymn  189.      L.  M. 

Ministry  of  Angels.     Ps.  xci.  2. 

J   See,  Gabriel  swift  descends  to  earth, 
Glad  to  foretel  a  Saviour's  birth ; 
Hark! — a  full  choir  of  angels  sing, 
The  new-born  Saviour,  and  the  King, 

2  Behold  the  swift-wing'd  envoys  wait 
On  Jesus,  in  his  humble  state  ; 
The  desert  and  the  garden  prove 
Their  glowing  zeal,  their  tender  love. 

3  They  saw  the  Conqueror  mount  on  high, 
To  glorious  worlds  beyond  the  sky  -y 
Escorted  by  a  shining  band, 

To  take  his  place  at  God's  right  hand. 

A  Still  are  these  glorious  hosts  above 
Employ'd  on  messages  of  love  ; 
On  saints  below  they  cheerful  wait, 
Nor  think  the  work  beneath  their  state* 

$  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  living  friend, 
May  these  thy  servants  me  attend 
Through  life,  and  when  I  quit  this  clay, 
Safe  to  thine  arms  my  soul  convey. 


hymn  190—191.  151 

Hymn  190.      C.  M. 
A  Pillar  in  the  Heavenly  Temple.     Rev.  iii.  12. 

1  All  hail,  victorious  Saviour,  hail ! 

I  bow  to  thy  command  ; 
And  own  that  David's  royal  key 
Well  fits  thy  sov'reign  hand. 

2  Open  the  treasures  of  thy  love, 

And  shed  thy  gifts  abroad  ; 
Unveil  to  my  rejoicing  eyes 
The  temple  of  my  God. 

3  There  as  a  pillar  let  me  stand, 

On  an  eternal  base  ; 
Uprear'd  by  thy  almighty  hand, 
And  polish'd  by  thy  grace. 

4  There  deep  engraven  let  me  bear 

The  title  of  my  God; 
And  make  the  new  Jerusalem. 
As  my  secure  abode. 

5  In  lasting  characters  inscribe 

Thy  own  beloved  name; 
That  endless  ages  there  may  read 
The  great  ImmanuePs  name. 


Hymn  191.     S.  M. 

Sanctified  Affliction.     Rev.  iii.  19> 

How  gracious  and  how  wise 

Is  our  chastising  God  ! 
And  O,  how  rich  the  blessings  are. 

Which  blossom  from  his  rod  ! 

He  lifts  it  up  on  high, 

With  pity  in  his  heart, 
That  ev'ry  stroke  his  children  feel, 

May  grace  and  peace  impart. 

Instructed  thus  they  bow, 

And  own  his  sov'reign  sway ; 


W2  hymn   192. 

They  turn  their  erring  footsteps  back 
To  his  forsaken  way. 

4  His  covenant  love  they  seek, 
And  seek  the  happy  bands, 

That  closer  still  engage  their  hearts 
To  honour  his  commands. 

5  Dread  Father  we  consent, 
To  discipline  divine; 

And  bless  the  pains  that  make  our  souls 
Still  more  completely  thine. 

Hymn  192.      L.  M. 

The  Influences  of  the  Spirit  Experienced. 
John  xiv.   16,  17. 
2   Dread  Lord,  and  shall  thy  spirit  rest 
In  such  a  wretched  heart  as  mine  ? 
Unworthy  dwelling,  glorious  Guest! 
Favour  astonishing,  divine ! 

2  When  sin  prevails,  and  gloomy  fear, 
And  hope  almost  expires  in  night, 
Lord,  can  thy  spirit  then  be  here, 
Great  spring  of  comfort,  life  and  light  ? 

3  Sure  the  blest  comforter  is  nigh, 
'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart; 
Else  would  my  hopes  forever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

4  When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 
Do  I  not  find  his  healing  voice, 

The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 
And  bid  my  drooping  powers  rejoice  ? 

5  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires; 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

8  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  sayr 
1  love  my  God  and  taste  hie  grace. 


HYMN    193L  153 

Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  ? 

Let  thy  kind  spirit  in  my  heart 

For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love, 

And  light  and  heav'nly  peace  impart, 

Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 


Hymn  193.       6.8.4. 

Covenant  God.     Ps.  iii.  6.     Acts  vii.  32. 

1  The  God  of  Abra'm  praise, 
Who  reigns  enthroned  above, 

Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 
And  God  of  love. 

2  Jehovah  great,  I  AM, 

By  earth  and  heav'n  confessed  ! 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  name, 
For  ever  blest. 

3  [The  God  of  Abra'm  praise, 
At  whose  supreme  command, 

From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 
At  his  right  hand.] 

4  I  all  on  earth  forsake — 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  pow'r ; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 
My  shield  and  tow'r. 

5  The  God  of  Abra'm  praise, 
Whose  all-sufficient  grace 

Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days 
In  all  his  ways. 

6  He  calls  a  worm  his  friend! 
He  calls  himself  my  God  ! 

And  he  shall  save  me  to  the  end. 
Through  Jesus'  blood. 

7  He  by  himself  has  sworn  ; 
I  on  his  oath  depend  ; 


154  hymn  194. 

I  shall,  on  eagle's  wings  upborne. 

To  heav'n  ascend. 
8       I  shall  behold  his  face  ; 

I  shall  his  pow'i  adore  ; 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

For  ever  more. 


Hymn   194.       5.  6. 

[Tune,  Harwich.] 

'Tis  sweet  to  recline 

On  the  bosom  divine, 
And  experience  the  comforts  peculiar  to  thine  . 

While  born  from  above, 

And  upheld  by  thy  love, 
With  singing  and  triumph  to  Zion  we  move. 

!  The  goodness  in  vain 

We  attempt  to  explain, 
Which  found  and  accepted  a  ransom  for  man  : 

Great  surety  of  mine, 

Thou  didst  not  decline 
To  concur  with  the  Father's  most  gracious  design. 

>  To  Jesus,  our  friend, 
Our  thanks  shall  ascend, 

Who  saves  to  the  uttermost,  and  loves  to  the  end  : 

Our  ransom  he  paid, 

In  his  merit  array'd, 
We  attain  to  the  glory  for  which  we  were  made. 

All  ye  that  pass  by, 

To  Jesus  draw  nigh  ; 
To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  should  die  ? 

Our  ransom  and  peace, 

Our  surety  he  is  ; 
Come,  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like  this  1 

>  May  the  blood  that  he  spilt, 
Wash  our  souls  from  their  guilt, 

Thus  fit  us  for  heaven  and  glory  bestow  : 


hymn  195—196.  155 

Our  harps  shall  be  tun'd, 
The  Lamb  shall  be  crown'd 
And  glory  to  God  and  ihe  Lamb  shall  resound. 

Hymn  195.        8.  4. 

[Tune,  Harmony.] 
The  Believer's  Rest. 

i  u  There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 
A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found  ; 
And  while  their  mould'ring  ashes  sleep 
Low  in  the  ground  : — 
2  "  The  soul,  of  origin  divine, 
God's  glorious  image,  freed  from  clay, 
In  heav'n's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine, 
A  Star  of  Day. 
S  "  The  sun  is  but  a  spark  of  fire, 
A  transient  meteor  in  the  sky  : 
The  soul,  immortal  as  its  sire, 

Shall  never  die.^ 


Hymn  196.      7.  4. 

[Tune,  Melton  Mowbray.] 
Dyin%  Stephen. 

1  Head  of  the  church  triumphant. 
We  joyfully  adore  thee  ! 

Till  thou  appear, 

Thy  members  here, 
Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory ; 
We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices, 
With  blest  anticipation, 

And  cry  aloud, 

And  give  to  God, 
The  praise  of  our  salvation. 

2  While  in  affliction's  furnace, 
And  passing  through  ihe  fire. 


1/H>  n*w  197. 

Thy  love  we  praise, 
Which  knows  no  days, 

And  ever  brings  us  nigher ! 

"We  clap  our  hands  exulting, 

In  thine  almighty  favour  : 
The  love  divine 
VY  hich  made  us  thine, 

Shall  keep  us  thine  forever. 

3  Thou  dost  conduct  thy  people 
Through  torrents  of  temptation  , 

Njr  will  we  fear, 

While  thou  art  near, 
The  live  of  tribulation  : 
The  world,  with  sin  and  satan, 
In  vain  our  march  opposes; 

By  thee  we  shall 

Break  through  them  all, 
And  sing  the  song  of  Moses. 

4  By  faith  we  see  the  glory 

To  which  thou  shall  restore  us, 

The  cross  despise, 

For  that  high  prize, 
Which  thou  hast  set  before  us  : 
And  if  thou  count  us  worthy, 
We  each  as  dying  Stephen, 

Shall  see  thee  stand 

At  God's  right  hand, 
To  lake  us  up  to  heav'n. 


Hymn  197. 

[Tune,  Amsbury.] 
Nero    Yearns  Day. 
Come,  let  us  anew, 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still,  till  the  master  appear 


HYMN    198o  fin 

His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labour  of  love, 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream, 
Our  time  as  a  stream 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 

The  arrow  is  flown, 

The  moment  is  gone  ; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  hereo 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming,  may  say, 

11 1  have  fought  my  way  through, 
c  I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to  do.':' 

O  that  each  from  his  Lord, 

May  receive  the  glad  word  ; 

"  Well  and  faithfully  done, 
:i  Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne.^ 

Hymn  198.       6.  4. 

[Tune,  Hymn  to  the  Triaity.] 
Praise  to  'Jehovah* 
1  Come,  thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days ! 
"2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made, 
14 


158  hymn  199, 

Our  souls  on  thee  be  stay'd  : 
Lord,  hear  our  call ! 
3  Come,  thou  incarnate  word, 

Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword ; 
Our  pray'r  attend ! 

Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 

And  give  thy  word  success  ; 

Spirit  of  holiness, 
On  us  descend  ! 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour ! 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  ev'ry  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  pow'r ! 

5  To  the  great  One  in  Three 
Eternal  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  ! 
His  sovereign  Majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore  ! 


Hymn  199.      L,  M. 

[Tune,  Lambeth.] 
Hope  in  Despair.     Psalm  ixxvii.  7,  10, 

Ehcompass'd  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign  ; 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face. 
And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine. 
Disheartened  with  waiting  so  long, 
I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load  ; 
All  plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 
And  Ftrrtch  forth  mv  hands  unto  God. 


HYMJ*  200.  15£ 

Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terror  shall  cease  , 
The  blood  of  atonement  apply  ; 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 
The  rock  that  is  higher  than  L 
Speak,  Saviour,  for  sweet  is  thy  voice  ; 
Thy  presence  is  fair  to  behold  ; 
Attend  to  my  sorrows  and  cries, 
And  grtanings  that  cannot  be  told. 
If  sometimes  I  strive  as  I  mourn, 
My  hold  of  thy  promise  to  keep, 
The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 
And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep. 
Almighty  to  r#scue  thou  art^ 
Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tow'r  ; 
Come,  succour  and  gladden  ray  heart, 
Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  pow'r. 


Hymn  200.      C.  M. 

[Tune,  Dialogue  Hymn.] 
Dialogue  Hymn, 

Men. 

1  Tell  us,  O  women,  we  would  know 

Whither  so  fast  ye  move  ? 
Women. 
We,  call'd  ho  leave  the  world  below, 
Are  seeking  one  above. 
Men. 

2  Whence  came  ye  ?  say,  what  the  place 

That  ye  are  traveling  from  ? 
Women* 
From  tribulation,  we,  through  grace, 
Are  now  returning  home. 
Men. 

3  Is  not  your  native  country  here  ? 

Like  you  not  this  abode  ? 
Women. 
We  seek  a  better  country  far, 
A  city  built  by  God. 


160  hymn  201. 

4  Thither  \&  travel,  nor  intend 
Short  of  that  bliss  to  rest  : 
Nor  we,  till  in  the  sinner's  Friend 
Our  weary  souls  are  bless'd. 

Choru* . 

*  Friends  of  the  Bridegroom,  we  shall  reign 
Saviour,  we  ask  no  more  ! 
Hail,  Lamb  of  God  !  for  sinners  slain  ! 
Whom  heav'n  and  earth  adore. 


Hymn  201.       C.  M. 

Chrises  Nativity. 

1  '  Shepherds  rejoice  !  lift  up  your  cyes; 

4  And  send  your  fears  away  : 
1  News  from  the  region  of  the  skies— 

*  Salvation's  born  to  day  ! 

2  4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  whom  angels  fear, 

4  Conies  down  to  dwell  with  you  ; 
4  To  day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 

*  But  not  as  monarchs  do. 

3  '  No  gold  nor  purple  swaddling  bands 

4  Nor  royal  shining  things  : 
4  A  manger  for  his  cradle  stands. 
4  And  holds  the  King  of  Kings. 

4  4  Go,  shepherds,  where  the  infant  lies 

4  And  see  his  humble  throne  : 
4  With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes? 
4  Go,  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son.' 
*  Thus  Gabriel  sang,  and  straight  arounii 
The  heav'nly  armies  thtong  ; 
They  tune  their  harps  to  lofty  sound. 
And  thus  cooclude  the  song  : — 
6  '  Glory  to  God  that  reigqs  above, 
4  Let  peace  surround  the  earth  ; 
;  Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  lovs 
1  At  their  Redeemer's  birth.' 


HYMN  202.  161 

7  Lord,  and  shall  angels  have  their  songs, 

And  men  no  tunes  to  raise  ? 
O  may  we  lose  our  useless  tongues 
When  they  forget  to  praise. 

8  61ory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

That  pity'd  us  forlorn  ; 
We  join  to  sing  our  Maker's  love, 
For  there  's  a  Saviour  born  ! 


Hymn  202,      L.  M. 
Death  of  a  Brother  in  Christ.      Rev.  xiv.  13. 

1  How  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 
Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind  ! 
How  easy  the  soul  that  hath  left 
This  wearisome  body  behind ! 

2  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 
With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  painj 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er ; 
And  never  shall  vex  him  again. 

3  [This  languishing  head  is  at  rest ; 
Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er  ; 
This  quiet,  immoveable  breast 

Is  heard  by  affliction  no  more.] 

4  This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 
Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain  5 
It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat — 
It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

3  The  lids  that  he  seldem  could  close, 

By  sorrows  forbidden  to  sleep, 

Seal'd  up  in  the  sweetest  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep. 
6  These  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies, 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free  ; 

The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes. 

And  evils  they  never  shall  see. 
H* 


162  HYMN  203. 

7  [To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine  ; 
While  bound  in  a  prison  1  breathe  j 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 
And  press  to  the  issues  of  death.} 


Hymn  203.      L.  M. 

Death  of  a  Sister  in  Christ.      Rev.  xiv.  13. 

1  'Tis  finished !  the  conflict  is  past, 
The  heav'n-born  spirit  is  flea  ; 
Her  wish  is  accomplish'd  at  last, 

And  now  she's  entomb'd  with  the  deacL 

2  The  months  of  affliction  are  o'er, 
The  days  and  the  nights  of  distress  j 
We  see  her  in  anguish  no  more — 
She's  gain'd  her  happy  release. 

3  No  sickness,  or  sorrow,  or  pain> 
Shall  ever  disquiet  her  now  ; 
For  death  to  her  spirit  was  gain, 
Since  Christ  was  her  life  when  below< 

4  Her  soul  has  now  taken  its  flight, 
To  mansions  of  glory  above, 

To  mingle  wilb  angels  of  light, 
And  dwell  in  the  kingdom  of  love, 

5  The  victory  now  is  obiain'd  ; 
She's  goive  her  dear  Saviour  to  see  ; 
Her  wishes  she  fully  has  gain'd — 
She's  now  where  she  long'd  for  to  be. 

6  The  coffin,  the  shroud,  and  the  grave, 
To  her  were  no  objtcts  of  dread  ; 
On  him  who  is  mighty  to  save, 

Her  soul  was  with  confidence  stay'd# 

7  Then  let  us  forbear  to  complain, 
That  she  is  now  gone  from  our  sight  ^ 
We  soon  shall  behold  her  again, 
With  new  and  redoubled  delight. 


HYMN  204.  163 

Hymn  204.      8  lines  L.  M. 

[Tune,  Warning  Voice.] 
Penitent  Backslider. 

1  'Twas  the  voice  of  my  Jesus  that  spake. 
When  kindly  he  knock'd  at  my  door, 

I  slept,  but  my  heart  was  awake  : — 
Lord,  help  me  to  slumber  no  more. 
How  lovingly  did  he  intreat, 
Sajing,  open  my  sister,  my  dove  : 
But  not  all  his  language  so  sweet, 
My  frozen  affections  could  move. 

2  Come,  open,  ray  dove  undefil'd, 

Thy  Saviour  why  thus  dost  thou  slight ! 

My  head  with  the  dew  is  all  fill'd, 

My  locks  with  the  drops  of  the  night. 

The  force  of  omnipotent  love, 

My  soul  though  so  languishing  felt ; 

My  bosom  began  then  to  move, 

My  frozen  affections  to  raelu 

3  I  open'd,  but  oh  !  he  was  gone  ; — 
I  fainted  with  sorrow  and  shame; 
My  hateful  lukewarmness  I  own, 
There  is  none  but  myself  that  I  blame* 
Young  converts  take  warning  by  me ; 
Of  spiritual  sloth  be  aware  ; 

And  oh !  when  my  Jesus  you  see, 
Remember  my  case  in  your  pray'r. 

4  Methinks  while  my  story  I  tell, 
And  mention  my  Jesus'  blest  name, 
(My  bosom's  beginning  to  swell,) 
It  kindles  my  love  to  a  flame. 

There  is  something  within  me  forebodes 
My  Jesus  will  see  me  again ; 
His  chariot  I  hear  on  the  road, 
Return,  blessed  Jesus !  Amen. 


164  HYMN  205. 

Hymn  205.       6  lines  8^ 

[Tune,  Wrestling  Jacob.] 
Wrestling  Jacob. 

1  Come,  O  thou  traveller  unknown, 

Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see, 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee ; 
With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 

I  never  will  unlose  my  hold  : 
Art  thou  the  man  who  dy'd  for  me  I 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold. 
Wrestling  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know.  ■ 

3  What  though  my  shrinking  flesh  complain, 

And  murmur  to  contend  so  long, 
1  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong » 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
I  shall  with  the  God-Man  prevail. 

4  Yield  to  me  now — for  I  am  weak, 

But  confident  in  self-despair  ; 
Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak, 

Be  conquered  by  my  instant  pray'r ! 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  shall  move, 
And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  love, 

5  'Tis  love,  'tis  love  !  thou  died  for  me : 

I  hear  thy  whisper  in  my  heart : 
The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee  : 

Pure,  universal  love  thou  art : 
To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 

6  I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art, 

Jesus,  the  feeble  seiner's  friend ; 
Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart. 


hymn  206—207.  165 

But  stay,  and  love  me  to  the  end ; 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  love. 


Hymn  206.      ll's. 

[Tune,  Reformation  Hymn.] 
Submission  to  Christ. 
1  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit, 

With  love  and  thanksgiving  fall  down  at  thy  feet  j 

In  sacrifice  offer  my  soul,  flesh,  and  blood  ; 

Thou  art  my  Redeemer  who  brought  me  to  God. 
1  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  with  thee  I  am  blest ! 

My  life  and  salvation,  my  joy  and  my  rest ! 

Thy  name  be  my  theme,  and  thy  love  be  my  song  ; 

Tby  grace  shall  inspire  my  heart  and  my  tongue. 
3  O  who's  like  my  Saviour,  he's  Salem's  bright  King! 

He  smiles  and  he  loves  me,  and  teaches  to  sing  ; 

I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  jim,with  notes  loud  and  shrilly 

While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirit  doth  fill. 


Hymn  207.     8  lines  6.  4. 

The   Young  Converts  Invitation* 
[Tune,  Invitation.] 

1  O,  Careless  sinners,  come  ; 

Pray  now  attend, 
This  world  is  not  your  home. 

It  soon  will  end  : 
Jehovah  calls  aloud  : 
Forsake  the  thoughtless  crowd^ 
Pursue  the  road  to  God, 

And  happy  be. 

2  How  many  calls  you've  had, 

I  call  again, 
How  can  you  be  so  bad, 
So  full  of  sin, 


166  HYMN  208. 

As  to  refuse  that  voice 
Which  calls  you  to  rejoice, 
In  making  heav'n  your  choice, 
And  shunning  hell. 

3  I  look  on  you  again, 

And  hoping  say, 
Why  wont  you  leave  your  sin. 

And  come  away, 
From  satan's  cruel  pow'r, 
And  live  forevermore, 
And  bless  the  joyful  hour 

That  life  begun  ? 

4  All  hail,  we  welcome  then 

YourJiappy  flight, 
From  Kedar's  tents  of  sin, 

To  glory  bright ; 
We'll  travel  on  with  you, 
And  bid  this  world  adieu, 
And  endless  joys  pursue, 

Till  all  is  ourg. 


Hymn  208.      8  lines  5.  5.  12. 

Sunday  School. 

[Tunt,  Marietta.] 

Boys. 

1  Thee,  Father,  we  praise, 
In  harmonious  lays, 

For  all  thy  rich  grace  ; 
O  give  us  the  knowledge  of  pardon  and  peace. 

On  thee  we  rely, 

All  our  wants  to  supply; 

O  keep  us  each  hour, 
From  snares  and  temptations,  by  thy  mighty  pot*1J? 
Girls. 

2  O  may  we  improve. 

In  knowledge  -end  iove> 


hymn  209.  167 

Of  Jesus  our  king, 
'Till  to  glory  we're  brought,  his  praises  to  sing  .; 

While  below  if  we  stray, 

From  the  source  of  true  joy, 

Let  thy  merciful  hand 
Return  and  incline  us  t'  obey  thy  command. 

Both. 
3  Our  friends  may  they  share 

Thy  blessings  while  here, 
And  crown  them  above; 
Where  joys  will  increase,  from  the  fountain  of  lave  : 
May  we  shortly  there  meet, 
Around  thy  blest  seat ; 
Thy  love  to  adore 
Where  pleasure  and  praise  will  abound  ever-more. 


Hymn  209.       8  lines  7.  6.  a 

Christ  our  AIL 

1  Vain  delusive  world,  adieu, 

With  all  of  creature  good  : 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood! 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  prides 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucify'd ! 

2  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end; 
This  is  all  my  ha  ipiness, 

On  Jesus  to  ci-  )end ! 
Daily  in  his  grar  -  to  ^row, 

And  ever  in  his    v/e  abide; 
Only  Jesus  will  1  k    >w, 

And  Jesus  crucify'd. 
S  O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  saving  truth  to  prove. 


168  HYMN  210. 

Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  and  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ! 
Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show, 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  apply'd! 
Only  Jesus  will  1  know, 

And  Jesus  crucify'd. 


Hymn  210.      7's. 

The  Nativity. 

1  Hark!  the  herald  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild : 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd  ! 

2  Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies, 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem. 

Chorus. 
Hark !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King ! 

3  Christ,  by  highest  heav'n  ador'd, 
Christ  the  everlasting  Lord, 
Late  in  time,  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  virgin's  womb. 

4  VciPd  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see : 
Hail  th'  Incarnate  Deity  ; 
Pleas'd  as  man  with  man  t'  appear, 
Jesus  our  Immanucl  's  here. 

5  Hail  the  heav'n-born  Prince  of  Peace  J 
Hail  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 

Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings. 

6  Mild,  he  lays  his  glory  by  ; 
Born,  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 


hvmn  211—212.  169 

Hymn  211.        10's. 

Barlow^s  Imitation  of  the   137th  Psalm. 

X   Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flews, 
Our  captive  bands  in  deep  despondence  stray'd, 
While  Zion's  fall  in  sad  remembrance  rose, 
Her  friends,  her  children,  mingled  with  the  dead. 

2  The  tuneless  harp  that  once  with  joy  we  strung, 
Where  praise  employ'd  and  mirth  inspired  the  lay. 
In  mournful  silence  on  the  willows  h'jng, 

And  growing  grief  prolong'd  the  tedious  day. 

3  The  barb'rous  tyrants,  to  increase  the  wo. 
With  taunting  smiles  a  song  of  Zion  claim  ; 
Bid  sacred  praise  in  strains  melodious  flow, 
While  they  blaspheme  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 
Shall  Israel's  sons  a  song  of  Zion  raise  ? 

0  hapless  Salem,  God's  terrestrial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  sacred  mount  of  praise. 

o  If  e'er  my  mem'ry  lose  thy  lovely  name. 
If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dire  destruction  seize  this  guilty  frame; 
My  heart  shall  perish  and  my  voice  shall  cease. 

6  Yet  shall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls. 
O'ertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  dismay; 
His  arm  avenge  her  desolated  walls, 
And  raise  his  children  to  eternal  day. 

Hymn  212.     G  lines  8.  8.  6. 

Psalm   148. 

1  Begin,  my  soul  th'  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 

And  praise  th'  Alnsighty's  name. 
Lo  !  heav'n  and  earth,  and  seas,  and  si 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 

To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 
15 


170  HYMN    212. 

2  Ye  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains, 
Where  gay  transporting  beauty  reigns, 

Ye  scenes  divinely  fair  ; 
Your  Maker's  wond'rous  pow'r  proclaim, 
Tell  how  he  formM  your  shining  frame, 

And  breathed  the  fluid  air. 

3  Ye  angels,  catch  the  thrilling  sound  ; 
While  all  th'  adoring  thrones  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing  ; 
Let  evVy  listening  saint  above, 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 

4  Join,  ye  loud  spheres,  the  vocal  choir, 
Thou,  dazzling  orb  of  liquid  fire, 

The  mighty  chorus  aid  : 
Soon  as  grey  ev'ning  gilds  the  plain, 
Thou,  moon,  protract  the  melting  strain, 

And  praise  him  in  the  shade. 
Pause. 

5  Thou  heav'n  of  heav'ns,  his  vast  abode  ; 
Ye  clouds,  proclaim  your  forming  God, 

Who  calPd  yon  worlds  from  night ; 
u  Ye  shades  dispel  !" — th'  Eternal  said  : 
At  once  the  involving  darkness  fled, 

And  nature  sprang  to  light. 

6  WhcreVr  a  blooming  world  contains, 
That  wings  the  air,  that  skims  the  plains, 

United  praise  bestow: 
Ye  dragons,  sound  his  awful  name 
To  heav'n  aloud  ;  and  roar,  acclainj, 

Ye  swelling  deeps  below. 

7  Let  ev'ry  element  rejoice  i 

Ye  thunders  burst  with  awl   '  voic 

To  him  who  bids  you  rol! 
Ili>  praise  in  softer  notes  dec! 
Each  wbfcp'ring  brer. 

\n<\  breathe  ;'  ?onf. 


HYMN    212.  171 

8  To  him,  ye  graceful  cedars  bow  ^ 
Ye  lowering  mountains,  bending  low. 

Your  great  Creator  own  ; 
Tell,  when  affrighted  nature  shook. 
How  Sinai  kindled  at  his  look, 

And  trembled  at  his  frown. 

9  Ye  flocks,  that  haunt  the  humble  vak. 
Ye  insects,  flut'ring  on  the  gale, 

In  mutual  concourse  rise  ; 
Crop  the  gay  rose's  vernal  bloom, 
And  waft  its  spoils,  a  sweet  perfume. 

In  incense  to  the  skies. 
Pause. 

10  Wake,  all  ye  mountain  tribes,  and  sing, 
Ye  plumy  warblers  of  the  spring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  him  who  shap'd  your  finer  mould, 
Who  tipp'd  your  glit'ring  wings  with  gold, 

And  tun'd  your  voice  to  praise. 

11  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  sway'd, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head 

In  heav'nly  praise  employ  ; 
Spread  his  tremendous  name  around, 
Till  heav'n's  broad  arch  rings  back  the  sound. 

The  general  burst  of  joy. 

12  Ye,  whom  the  charms  of  grandeur  please, 
Nurs'd  on  the  downy  lap  of  ease, 

Fall  prostrate  at  his  throne  ; 
Ye  princes,  rulers,  all  adore  ; 
Praise  him,  ye  kings,  who  makes  your  power 

An  image  of  his  own. 

13  Ye  fair,  by  nature  form'd  to  move, 
O  praise  th'  eternal  source  of  love, 

With  youth's  enlivening  fire  : 
Let  age  take  up  the  tuneful  lay, 
Sigh  his  bless'd  name — then  soar  away. 

And  ask  an  angel's  lyre. 


172  HYMN    213. 

Hymn  213.     8.  7.4. 

Come  and  Welcome  to  Jesus  Christ.    Isa.  lv.  l._ 
1   Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ! 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  pow'r  : 
He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doirbt  no  more. 

1  [Ho  !  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome  ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  : 
True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 

Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  us  nigh — 
Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy.] 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 
This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  your  fall  ;i 
If  you  tarry,  till  youVe  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all. 
Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 
.*>  Lo  th'  incarnate  God  descended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 

Let  no  ether  trust  intrude  ; 
None  but  Je.-us, 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good, 
£  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  o(  the  Lamb  , 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heav'n, 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 
Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 


HYMN  214.  173 

Hymn  214.     8.7.4. 
Ziorfs  Increase  Prayed  for.     Psalm  lxxxv»  6* 

1  Saviolr,  visit  thy  plantation  ; 

Grant  us  Lord,  a  graciodS  rain  ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again. 
Lord,  revive  us  ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance ; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
EvVy  plant  shall  droop  and  die* 

3  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourished  ; 

Ev'ry  part  looK'd  gay  and  green  j 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished  ^ 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see  ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed  ; 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee, 

5  Gracious  Saviour,  hasten  hither  ; 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again  i 
O,  permit  them  not  to  wither ; 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 

6  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers, 
Let  each  one,  esteem'd  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  worlds  bewitching  cares* 

7  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power; 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 
And  begin  from   this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh* 

IS* 


174  hymn  215—216. 

Hymn  215.     KTsfc  li's. 

Begone  Unbelief.      Isa.  xii.  2. 

1  Begone  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  lor  my  relief  will  surely  appear  ; 

By  pray'r  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform, 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to   provide  ; 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all  fail* 
The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love  in  time  past  forbids  me  to  thiuk 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink  ; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  1  have  in  review, 

Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  bring  me  quite  through, 

4  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  med'cine  is  food, 
Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before  long. 
And  then  O  how  pleasant  the  conq'rors  song. 


Hymn  216.     8.7.4. 
Sinner's   Entreated  to  Hear. 

1  Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message* 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence — O  how  tender  ! 

Every  line  is  full  of  love  ; 
Listen  to  it — 

Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel, 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim, 
To  each  rebel  sinner — M  Pardon, 

"  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 
How  important : 

Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  ! 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succour, 

Fearful  heaus,  they  quell  your  fears  ; 


HYMN  217.  176 

And  with  news  of  consolation, 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears  l 
Tender  heralds — 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  False  professors,  grov'ling  wordlings. 

Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 
While  the  messengers  address  you, 

Take  the  warnings  they  afford ; 
We  entreat  you, 

Take  the  warnings  they  afford* 

5  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embrac'd  the  news  of  pardon, 

Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 
Can  you  slight  it — 

OfferM  to  you  by  the  Lord ! 

6  O,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way. 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 

Tidings  bear  without  delay  r 
Rebel  sinners, 

Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


Hymn  217.       7.  6. 

Wisdom. 

Ere  God  had  built  the  mountains, 

Or  rais'd  the  fruitful  hills  ; 
Before  he  fill'd  the  fountains 

That  fed  the  murmuring  rills  : 
In  me  from  everlasting, 

The  wonderful  1  AM ; 
Found  pleasures  never  wasting, 

And  WISDOM  is  my  name  f 
When  like  a  tent  to  dwell  in, 

He  stretchM  the  skies  abroad, 


176  HYMN    218. 

And  spread  around  the  swelling 

Of  Ocean's  mighty  flood  : 
He  wrought  by  might  and  measure. 

And  I  was  with  him  then  ; 
Myself  the  Father's  pleasure, 

And  mine  the  sons  of  men, 

3  Thus  wisdom's  words  discover 

Thy  glory  and  thy  grace, 
Thou  everlasting  lover 

Of  our  unworthy  race. 
Thy  gracious  eye  survey'd  us, 

Ere  stars  were  seen  above  ; 
In  wisdom  thou  hasl  made  us, 

And  died  for  us  in  love. 

4  And  could'st  thou  be  delighted 

With  creatures  such  as  we  ? 
Who  thy  rich  grace  so  slighted, 

And  nail'd  thee  to  a  tree  ? 
Unfathomable  wonder, 

And  mystery  divine! 
The  voice  that  speaks  in  thunder 

Says,  "  sinner,  I  am  thine  !" 

Hymn  218.      H.  M. 

The  Lord  my  Banner,     Exod.  xviii.  lb* 

1  By  whom  was  David  taught 
To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Goliah  fought, 
And  laid  the  Gittite  low  ? 

No  sword  nor  spear  the  stripling  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

2  'Twas  Israel's  God  and  King, 
Who  sent  him  to  the  fight  ; 
Who  gave  him  strength  to  sling. 
And  skill  to  aim  arignt : 

Ye  feeble  saints  your  strength  endures, 
Because  young  David'a  God  io  jours. 


HFMN  219.  177 

Who  order'd  Gideon  forth, 

To  storm  th'  invader's  camp, 

With  arms  of  little  worth, 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp  ! 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known, 
And  all  the  host  was  overthrown. 

Oh  !  I  have  seen  the  day, 

When  with  a  single  word — 

God  helping  me  to  say, 

"  My  trust  is  in  the  Lord  :w 
My  soul  has  quell'd  a  thousand  foes# 
Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 

But  unbelief,  self-will, 

Self-righteousness  and  pride- 
How  often  do  they  steal 

My  weapons  from  my  side  ! 
Yet  David's  Lord,  Gideon's  Friend, 
Will  help  his  serrant  to  the  end. 


Hymn  219.      H.  M. 

Believers    Parting* 
I       Jesus,  accept  the  praise, 

That  to  thy  name  belongs  -% 
Matter  of  all  our  praise, 
Subject  of  all  our  songs  ; 
Through  thee  we  now  together  came, 
And  part  exulting  in  thy  name. 
3       In  flesh  we  part  awhile, 

But  still  in  spirit  join'd, 
T'  embrace  the  happy  toil, 
Though  hast  to  each  assigned  j 
And  while  we  do  thy  blessed  will, 
Wc  bear  our  heav'n  about  us  still. 
3       O  let  us  then  go  on 

In  all  thy  pleasant  ways, 
And  arm'd  with  patience,  run 
With  joy  the  appointed  race! 


178  HYMN   220. 

Keep  us  andev'ry  seeking  soul, 
Till  all  attain  the  heav'nly  goal. 

4  There  we  shall  meet  again, 

When  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 
And  death,  and  grief,  and  pain, 

And  parting  are  no  more  : 
We  shall  with  all  our  brethren  rise. 
And  grasp  thee  in  the  flaming  skies. 

5  O  happy,  happy  day, 

That  calls  thine  exiles  home! 
The  heav'ns  shall  pass  away  ; 

The  earth  receive  its  doom  ; 
Earth  we  shall  view  and  heav'n  destroyed 
And  shout  above  the  fiery  void  ! 


Hymn  220.       6.  6.  6.  6.  8  8. 

Hannah's  Prayer.     1  Sam.  i.  18. 

When  Hannah,  press'd  with  grief, 

Pour'd  forth  her  soul  in  pray'r, 
She  quickly  found  relief. 
And  left  her  burden  there  : 
Like  her,  in  ev'ry  trying  case, 
May  we  approach  a  throne  of  grace. 
When  she  began  to  pray, 

Her  heart  was  pain'd  and  sad  ; 
But  ere  she  went  away, 
Waa  comforted  and  glad  : 
In  trouble,  what  a  resting  place 
Have  they  who  know  the  throne  of  grace. 
Though  men  and  devils  rage, 

And  thrratcn  to  devour  ; 
The  saints,  from  age  to  age, 

Are  safe  from  all  their  pow'r  : — 
Fresh  Strength  ihey  gain  to  run  the  race. 
By  waiting  at  the  throne  of  grace. 


HYMN  221.  179 


Numbers  before  have  try?d, 

And  found  the  promise  tru?; 
Nor  has  one  been  deny'd  ; 
Then  why  should  I  or  )ou  ? 
Let  us  by  faith  their  footsteps  mn  c, 
And  hasten  to  the  throne  of  grace. 


Hymn  221.     H.  M. 

The  Beggar's  Prayer.. 

Encouraged  by  thy  word 
Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
Behold  a  beggar.  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercj's  door  ; 
No  hand,  nor  heart,  O  Lord,  but  thine. 
Can  help  or  pity  wains  like  mine. 
I  have  no  right  to  say, 

Thai  though  I  now  am  poor, 
Yet  onre  theie  was  a  day, 
When  1  possessed  more! 
Thou  knowest  from  my  very  birth, 
I've  been  the  poorest  wretch  on  earth. 
Nor  dare  1  to  pretend 

I  never  begg'J  before  ; 
And  if  thou  now  befriend, 
I'll  trouble  thee  no  more ; 
Thou  often  hast  relieved  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must  come  a^ain. 

Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 

For  such  a  wretch  as  I, 
No  less  than  children's  food 
My  soul  can  satisfy  : 

0  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go  ; 

1  must  have  all  thou  canst  bestow. 

Nor  can  I  willing;  be 
Thy  bounty  to  conceal, 


180  HYMN   222. 

From  others  who  like  me 

Their  wants  and  mis'ry  feel  \ 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  a  thousand  more. 
6       Thy  ways,  thou  Only  Wise, 

Our  thoughts  and  ways  transcend. 
Far  as  the  arched  skies 
Above  this  earth  extend  : 
Such  pleas  as  mine,  men  would  not  hear, 
Bui  God  accepts  a  beggar's  prayer. 


Hymn  222.      lVs. 

The  Christian's  Experience. 
Come  listening  angels,  assist  me  to  sing, 
The  love  of  our  Jesu9,  our  heavenly  King  ; 
Great  things  in  my  soul,  yea,  he  surely  haih  done. 
All  glory  to  God,  for  the  gift  oi  his  Son. 

2  I  wander'd  in  darkness,  a  stranger  to  God. 
Refusing  his  calls,  and  neglecting  his  word  ; 
In  romance  and  novels  ]  thought  1  should  gain, 
Some  pleasure  and  knowledge,  and  honour  obtain. 

3  The  trump  of  the  Gospel  did  sound  in  my  ears, 
A  thundering  from  heav'n  awaken'd  my  fears, 
The  teais  of  repentance  they  freely  did  run, 
For  slighting  my  Saviour  I  cried  I'm  undone. 

4  My  sins  were  arrang  d,  and  before  me  appear'd, 
The  justice  of  God  1  then  awfully  fear'd, 

I  fell  on  my  knees,  and  for  mercy  did  cry, 
Dear  Lord  have  compassion — appear,  or  I  die. 

5  One  night,  while  a  musing, these  words  came  withpowY, 
O  do  not  be  troubled,  nor  doubt  any  more  ; 

Believe  ye  in  God,  believe  also  in  me, 

In  my  Father's  house  there  are  mansions  for  thee. 

C  Bless  God,  O  my  soul,  for  the  work  he  has  done, 
Such  heavenly  peace  in  my  soul  he's  begun, 
I'll  give  him  the  glory  while  here  I   remain, 
When  passing  o'er  Jordan,  Til  praise  him  again. 


HYMN  223.  f8l 

7  My  soul  is  immers'd  in  a  fountain  of  lore, 
My  heart  and  my  treasure  \a  in  heav'n  above  ; 
Through  grace  I'm  determin'd  I'll  never  give  o'er, 
Till  safely  I'm  landed  on  fair  Canaan's  shore. 


Hymn  223.      12's  &  lTa. 

Hosannah. 
1  Hosannah  to  Jesus  !  I'm  fill'd  with  his  praises, 
Coae,  O  my  dear  brethren,  and  help  me  to  sing, 
No  theme  is  so  charming,  no  love  is  so  warming, 
It  gives  joy  and  gladness,  and  comfort  within. 

CHORUS. 

Hosannah  !  Hosannah  t  Hosannah  we'll  raise, 
Hosannah!  HalUlujah  !  to  the  Lamb  for  free  grace 

5  Hosannah  to  Jesus,  who  died  for  to  save  us, 
I'll  love  him  and  serve  him  wherever  I  go  ; 
He's  now  gone  to  Heav'n,  the  Spirit  is  given, 
To  quicken  and  comfort  his  children  below. 

3  Hosannah  forever!  his  grace,  like  a  river, 
Is  rising  and  spreading  all  over  the  land  ; 
His  love  is  unbounded — to  all  it 's  extended, 
And  sinners  are  joining  the  heavenly  band. 

4  Hosannah  to  Jesus,  my  soul  how  it  pleases, 
To  see  sinners  falling,  and  crying  to  God  ; 
To  see  them  now  rising,  'tis  truly  surprising, 
They've  found  peace  and  pardon  in  Jesus's  blood, 

5  Hosannah  to  Jesus,  my  soul  feels  him  precious, 
In  sweet  dreams  of  glory  he  came  from  above  ; 
My  heart  is  now  glowing,  I  feel  his  love  flowing, 
Tm  sure  that  my  Jesus  I  truly  do  love. 

6  Hosannah  is  ringing,  the  saints  they  are  singing, 
And  marching  to  glory  in  bright  royal  bands; 
Come  on,  my  dear  brothers,  let's  all  go  together, 
For  Jesus  invites  us,  with  crowns  in  his  hands. 

7  Hosannah  to  Jesus,  my  soul  sweetly  rises, 
I'll  soon  be  transported  to  a  happier  clime  ; 
Where  I  shall  see  Jesus,  and  dwell  in  his  praise?. 
And  with  him  fn  glory  eternally  shine. 

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182  hymn  224. 

Hymn  224.     7.  6. 

[Tune,  Warning  Voice.] 

?  Stop,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think- 
Before  you  further  go, 

Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 
Of  everlasting  wo  ? 

Once  again  I  charge  you  stop, 
For  unless  you  warning  take. 

Ere  you  are  aware,  you'll  drop. 
Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God< 

Or  can  you  him  oppose? 
Fear  you  not  his  mighty  rod, 

By  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 

When  the  judgment  he'll  proclaim.; 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Pale-fac'd  death  will  quickly  come, 

To  drag  you  to  his  bar, 
There  to  meet  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair. 
All  your  sins  around  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  die, 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  will  you  reply  ? 

4  Though  your  hearts  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  foreheads  linM  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Though  they  now  despise  his  grace. 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 
.r>  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know. 


hymn  225—226.  183 

Though  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow. 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come, 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied, 

He  says  there  still  is  room. 


Hymn  225. 
Ode.— Dying  Christian.      1  Cor.  xv,  54.  57. 

[Tune,  Dying  Christian.] 
Vital  spark  of  heav'nly  flame  ! 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame  ; 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 
Hark!  they  whisper,  angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit  come  away  ;" 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite  ? 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight? 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me  my  soul  can  this  be  death  ? 
The  world  recedes,  it  disappears!  $ 
Heav'n  opens  on  my  eyes — my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings,  I  mount !  I  fly  ? 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


Hymn  226. 

The   Voice  of  Free  Grace, 
The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  escape  to  the  mountaiu, 
For  Adam's  lost  race,  Christ  has  open'd  a  fountain, 
For  sin,  and  transgression,  and  ev'ry  pollution  ; 
His  blood,  it  flows  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,who  hast  purchas'd  our  pardon, 
We  will  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over  Jordan, 


J  84  hymn  227. 

I  This  fountain  so  clear,  in  which  all  may  find  pardofc. 
From  Jesus'  side  flows  a  plenteous  redemption  ; 
Tho'  your  sins  were  increased  as  high  as  a  mountain, 
The  blood  it  flows  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah.  &c. 

3  O  Jesus,  ride  on  !  thy  kingdom  is  glorious  ; 

Over  sin,  death,  and  hell,  thou  wilt  make  us  victorious  , 
Thy  name  shall  be  prais'd  in  the  great  congregation, 
And  saints  shall  delight  in  ascribing  salvation. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

4  When  on  Zion  we  stand,  having  gain'd  the  blest  shore, 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will' praise  him  ever- 
more ; 

We'll  range  the  blest  fields  on  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  hallelujah  for  ever  and  ever. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 


Hymn  227.     8.  7. 

Ebenezer.     1  Sam.  vii.  12. 

1  Come,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loude3t  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it. 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love, 

3  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer  : 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  : 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

4  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

5  O.  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  coitetraiu'd  to  be  ! 


HYMN  228.  I8.r> 


Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee. 

Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ! 

Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it ; 
Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above  ! 


Hymn  228.      8.  8.  6. 

The  Lord  in  his  Garden. 

1  The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  ; 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume ; 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  : 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flows  to  ev'ry  vine, 

Which  makes  the  dead  revive. 

2  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun  j 

My  soul  a  witness  is : 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free, 
For  all  mankind  as  well  as  me, 

Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

3  Come,  brethren,  ye  who  love  the  Lord3 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus1  ways  go  on  ; 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

4  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there  : 
Now  here's  my  heart,  now  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heav'nly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 
16* 


186  hymn  229; 

Hymn  229.      5.  8.  6. 

Chariot  of  Love. 

1  Come  let  us  ascend, 

My  companion  and  friend, 
To  a  taste  of  the  banquet  above  ; 

If  thy  heart  be  as  mine, 

If  for  Jesus  it  pine, 
Come  up  into  the  chariot  of  love. 

2  What  a  rapturous  song, 
When  the  glorify'd  throng 

In  the  spirit  of  harmony  join  ! 
Join  all  the  glad  choirs, 
Hearts,  voices  and  lyres, 

And  the  burthen  is  mercy  divine* 

3  Hallelujah,  they  cry, 
To  the  King  of  the  sky, 

To  the  great  everlasting  I  AM : 
To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
And  liveth  again, 

Hallelujah  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

4  The  Lamb  on  the  throne, 
Lo  !  he  dwells  with  his  own, 

And  to  rivers  of  pleasure  he  leads  : 
With  his  mercy's  full  blaze, 
With  the  sight  of  his  face, 

Our  beautify'd  spirits  he  feeds. 

5  Our  foreheads  proclaim 
His  ineffable  name, 

Our  bodies  his  glory  display, 
A  day  without  night, 
We  feast  in  his  sight, 

And  eternity  seems  as  a  day. 


hymn  230—231.  187 

Hymn  230.      8.  7. 

Safety  and  Happiness  of  Zion.  Isa.  xxxiii.  20,  21  . 
[Tune,  Waterford.] 

1  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Form'd  thee  for  his  own  abode  : 
On  the  rock  of  ages  founded — 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes, 

2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing, from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river, 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t5  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear! 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near : 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner, 

Light  by  night  and  shade  by  day  ; 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna, 

Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray* 


Hymn  231.       6.  4. 
Lamb.     Rev.  v.  12. 
[Tune,  Bermondsey.] 
Glory  to  God  on  high, 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  reply, 

Praise  ye  his  name  ! 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore  ; 


188  hymn  232, 

And  sing  for  evermore, 
Worthy  the  Lamb. 

2  All  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name  : 
We,  whe  have  felt  his  blood, 
Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

3  Join  all  ye  ransom'd  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless, 

Praise  ye  his  name : 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

4  What  though  we  change  our  plac^ 
Yet  shall  we  never  cease 

Praising  his  name  : 
To  him  our  songs  we  bring — 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 
And  without  ceasing,  sing 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 


Hymn  232.        5.  9. 

Birth-Day  Hymn* 
[Tune,  Feversham.] 

Away   with  our  fears, 

The  glad  morning  appears, 
When  an  heir  of  salvation  was  born  ! 

From  Jehovah  1  came, 

For  his  glory  I  am, 
And  to  him  I  with  singing  return. 

Thee,  Jesus,  alone 

The  fountain  1  own 
Of  my  life  and  felicity  here  j 


hymn  233.  189 

And  cheerfully  sing 

My  Redeemer  and  King, 
Till  his  signs  in  the  heav'ns  appear. 

With  thanks  f  rejoice 

fn  thy  fatherly  choice, 
Of  my  state  and  condition  below  ; 

If  of  parents  I  came, 

Who  honoured  thy  name, 
'Twas  thy  wisdom  appointed  it  so. 

O  the  infinite  cares, 

And  temptations  and  snares, 
Thy  hand  conducted  me  through ! 

0  the  blessings  bestowM 
By  a  bountiful  God, 

And  thy  mercies  eternally  new  ! 

What  a  mercy  is  this, 

What  a  heav'n  of  bliss, 
How  unspeakably  happy  am  1 1 

Gathered  into  the  fold, 

With  thy  people  enrolled  ; 
With  thy  people  to  live  and  to  die* 

All  honour  and  praise 

To  the  father  of  grace, 
To  the  Spirit,  and  Son,  I  return  5 

1  the  business  pursue, 
He  hath  made  rne  to  do, 

And  rejoice  that  1  ever  was  born. 

Hymn  233.     8.  8.  6. 

[Tune,  Musician's  Hjmn.] 
Hope. 
O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love, 
Which  lifts  my  heart  to  thing*  above.! 

It  bears  on  eagle's  wings  ; 
Jt  givea  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 
With  Jehus'  priests  and  kings* 


190  HYMN   234. 

2  The  things  eternal  I  pursue, 
A  happiness  beyond  the  view 

Of  those  who  basely  pant 
For  things  by  nature  felt  and  seen  ; 
Their  honors,  wealih,  and  pleasures  meaa, 

1  neither  have  nor  want. 

3  Nothing  on  earth  I  call  my  own, 
A  stranger  to  the  world  unknown, 

1  all  their  goods  despise  : 
I  trample  on  their  whole  delight, 
And  seek  a  country  out  of  sight, 

A  country  in  the  skies* 

4  Thf  re  is  my  house  and  portion  fair, 
My  treasure  and  my  heart  is  there, 

And  my  abiding  home  ; 
For  me  my  elder  brethren  stay^ 
And  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come* 

5  I  come,  thy  servant,  Lord,  replies, 
I  come  to  meet  thee  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  heav'nly  rest  : 
Now  let  the  pilgrim's  journey  end, 
Now,  O  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 

Receive  me  to  thy  breast. 


Hymn  231.     7.  6.  7. 

Raptured  Vision. 

1   Burst  ye  em'rald  gates  and  bring 
To  my  raptur'd  vision, 
All  th'  extatie  joys  that  spring 

From  the  bright  elysium  : 
Angel  trumps  resound  his  praise, 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  Dame, 
Heaven  echoing  the  *amc. 


hymn  235.  193 

1  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  Mation  •, 
Cry  aloud,  and  give  to  God 

The  praise  of  their  salvation  : 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry,  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  one. 
5  Hark !  a  thrilling  symphony 

Seems,  me  thinks,  to  seize  us  ; 
Join  we  in  the  holy  lay, 

Glory,  glory,  glory  ! 
Svveetest  sound  in  seraph  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal  tongue, 
Sweetest  carrel  ever  sung, 
Jeaus1  glory  flow  along. 


Hymn  235.     10.10.  11. 11. 

The  Miracles  of  Christ. 
[Tune,  Dedham.] 

1  Ye  neighbors,  and  friends,  to  Jesus  draw  near  : 
His  love  condescends,  by  titles  so  dear, 

To  call  and  invite  you  his  triumph  to  prove, 
And  freely  delight  you  in  Jesus's  love. 

2  't'he  Shepherd  who  died,  his  sheep  to  redeem, 
On  ev'ry  side  are  gather'd  to  him, 

The  weary  and  burthen'd,  the  reprobate  race  : 
And  wait  to  be  pardon'd  through  Jesus's  grace. 

3  The  blind  are  rector*  d  through  Jesus's  name, 
They  see  their  kind  Lord,  and  follow  the  Lamb  ; 
The  halt,  they  are  walking,  and  running  their  race  ; 
The  dumb  they  are  talking  of  Jesus's  grace. 

4  The  deaf  hear  his  voice,  and  comforting  word, 
It  bids  them  rejoice  in  Jesus  their  Lord  : 

<%  Thy  sins  are  forgiven  accepted  thou  art ;" 
Ihey  listen,  and  heav'n  springs  up  in  their  heart 


192  hymn  236. 

5  The  lepers  from  all  their  spots  are  made  clean, 
The  dead  by  his  call  are  rais'd  from  their  sin  ; 
In  Jesus'  compassion  the  sick  find  a  cure, 
And  gospel  salvation  is  preached  to  the  poor. 

6  To  us  and  to  them  is  published  the  word  : 
Then  let  us  proclaim  our  life  giving  Lord, 
Who  now  is  reviving  his  work  in  our  days, 
And  mightily  striving  to  save  u3  by  grace. 

y  O  Jesus  ride  on,  till  we  are  subdu'd  : 

Thy  mercy  make  known,  and  sprinkle  thy  blood*. 
Display  thy  salvation  and  teach  the  new  song, 
To  every  nation,  and  people  and  tongue. 


Hymn  236.       8.  7. 

The  Smile  of  Jesus. 
[Tune,  Rapture.] 

1  Lovely  is  the  face  of  nature, 

Deck'd  with  spring's  unfolding  How'rs  ; 
While  the  sun  shows  ev'ry  feature, 

Smiling  through  descending  show'rs. 
Birds  with  songs  the  time  beguiling, 

Chant  their  little  notes  to  thee  ; 
But  to  see  a  Saviour  smiling, 

Is  more  soft,  more  sweet  to  me. 

2  Soft  and  sweet  are  show'rs  descending 

On  the  parch'd,  expecting  plain  ; 
Fragrance,  from  the  fields  ascending, 

Scatters  health  and  joys  around. 
These,  with  evVy  earthly  blessing, 

Loudly  for  thanksgiving  call  ; 
Yet  one  smile  from  thee  possessing, 

Surely  far  exceeds  them  all. 

3  Morn  her  melting  tints  displaying, 

Ere  the  sluggard  is  awake  ; 

Evening  zephyrs  gently  breezing 

O'er  the  surface  of  the  lake. 


HYMN 


237.  193 


Melting  hues,  and  airy  breezes, 

All  have  pow'rful  charms  for  me ; 
But  no  earthly  beauty  pleases, 

When,  my  Lord,  compar'd  with  thee. 
Sweet  is  sleep  to  tired  nature, 

Sweet  is  labour  to  repose ; 
Sweet  is  life  to  ev'ry  creature, 

Sweet  the  balm  that  hope  bestows. 
But  though  spring  and  evening  breezes. 

Sleep,  and  hope,  and  life  to  me, 
All  are  pleasant — nothing  pleases 

When  I'm  absent,  Lord,  from  thee* 


Hymn  237.      5.  5.  11. 

Sufferings  and  Death  of  Jesus.     Sam.  i.  12* 
{Time,  Harwich.] 

1  All  ye  that  pass  by, 
To  Jesus  draw  nigh, 

To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  should  die? 

Our  ransom  and  peace, 

Our  surety  he  is, 
Come,  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like  his. 

2  The  Lord,  in  the  day 
Of  his  anger,  did  lay 

Our  sins  on  the  Lamb,  and  he  bore  them  away 

He  dyM  to  atone 

For  sins  not  his  own — 
The  Father  hath  pnnish'd  for  us  his  dear  Son. 

3  For  sinners  like  me, 
He  dy'd  ou  the  tree  ; 

His  de.Rth  is  accepted,  the  sinner  is  free  ^ 

My  pardon  1  claim, 

A  sinner  I  am, 
A  sinner  believing  in  Jesus's  name* 

4  With  joy  v.e  approve 
The  plan  of  his  love ! 

u 


194  hymn  238. 

A  wonder  to  all  both  below  and  above  i 

When  time  is  no  more, 

We  still  shall  adore 
That  ocean  of  love,  without  bottom  or  shore. 


H^mn  238.      6  lines  5.5.  II. 

True  Riches    Found. 

(Tune,  Inveni.] 

J  O  tell  me  no  more 

Of  this  world's  vain  store  ! 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is  o?er : 
A  country  I've  found, 
Where  true  joys  abound  ; 
To  dwell,  I'm  determin'd,  on  that  happy  ground 

2  The  souls  that  believe. 
In  paradise  live  ; 

And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive: 

My  soul,  don't  delay, 

He  calls  thee  away  ; 
Rise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad  day, 

3  No  mortal  doth  know 
What  he  can  bestow, 

What  light,  strength  and  comfort :  go  after  him,  go. 
And  when  I'm  to  die, 
11  Receive  me,"  I'll  cry; 
For  Jesus  hath  lov'd  me,  1  cannot  say  why. 

4  And  now  I'm  in  care, 
My  neighbors  may  share 

These  blessings,  to  seek  them  will  none  of  you  dare  ? 
In  bondage,  O  why, 
And  in  death  will  yon  lie, 
^Yhen  one  here  asture*  you  free  grace  is  so  nigftfc 


hymn  239—240,  Ity 

Hymn  239.       8.  7.  4. 

Guide.       Psalm  xlviii.  14* 
[Tune,  Tamworth.] 

1  Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgnin  through  this  barren  land, 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty — 

Hold  mo  with  thy  pow'rful  hand  : 
Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  lift  I  wafit  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  chrystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow  v 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  5 
Strong  deliv'rer ! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield* 

3  Feed  me  with  the  heavenly  manna. 

In  this  barren  wilderness  : 
Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banneiw* 

Be  my  robe  of  righteousness  : 
Make  me  conquer 
All  my  foes  by  sov'reign  grace. 

4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  -3 
Foe  to  death,  and  hell's  destruction^ 

Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side : 
Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


Hymn  240.        8.  7.  L 

Hope  Encouraged.       Ps.  xlii.  o. 
[Tune,  Trevecca.] 

O  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  ? 

Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  ? 
Let  thy  griefs  be  turn'd  to  gladness, 

Bid  thy  restless  fears  be  gone  : 


*96  HYMN    241. 

Look  (o  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  nam*. 

2  What  though  satan's  strong  temptation- 

Vex  and  grieve  thee  day  by  day  ? 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 
Often  fiil  thee  with  dismay  ? 

Thou  shalt  conquer — 
Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  Mooct 

3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee, 

From  without  and  from  within ; 

Jesus  saith  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee5 

But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin : 

He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

4  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thon  tread'st  the  thorny  road-. 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  ^ 
Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God  ! 

Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  nam€. 

3  O  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 
Like  the  heav'nly  host  above, 
Who  for  ever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  love  L 

Happy  songsters  ! 
When  shall  1  \cur  chorus  join: 


Hymn  241.      8  lines  7'si 

Christian  Fellowship.     Eph.  iv.  12. 

[Tune,    Victory.] 

1   Qhrist,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Perfecting  the  saints  below, 
Hear  us,  who  thy  nature  share, 
Who  thy  mystic  bodies  are, 
Join  us,  in  one  Spirit  join, 
Let  us  still  receive  of  thine  :.. 


HYMN    242.  10*' 


Still  for  more  on  thee  we  call. 
Thou  who  fillest  all  in  all ! 
Move,  and  actuate,  and  guide? 
Divers  gifts  to  each  divide  : 
Plac'd  according  to  thy  will, 
Let  us  all  our  work  fulfil, 
Never  from  our  office  move : 
Needful  to  each  other  prove  \ 
Let  us  daily  growth  receive, 
More  and  more  in  Jesus  live* 

Sweetly  may  we  all  agree, 
Touched  with  softest  sympathy  % 
Kindly  for  each  other  care  ; 
Ev'ry  member  feel  its  share. 
Many  are  we  now  and  one, 
We  who  Jesus  have  put  on  : 
Names,  and  sects  and  parties  fall,. 
Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  in  all. 


Hymn  242.      7.  6. 

[Tune,  Amsterdam.] 
The   Pilgrim's  Song* 
\  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings. 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Tow'rds  heav'n  thy  native  place. 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  k; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  s'eats  prepared  above. 
-2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire,  ascending,  *eeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  *£ 
9o  a  soul  that  >s  born  of  God, 
Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face* 
17* 


198  hymn  243. 

Upward  lends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 
3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn  ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies. 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  giv'n ; 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heav'n. 


Hymn  243. 

Dialogue* 
2d  Voice. 

Who  >s  this  that  on  the  tempest  rides, 

That  lashes  up  the  deep  ? 
1st  Voice. 
'Ti3  HE,  whose  word  restrains  its  tides, 

And  bid  its  billows  sleep. 

2d  Voice. 

Who  's  this  who  treads  the  liquid  wave, 
Whose  mandate  raised  the  dead  ? 

1st  Voice* 

?Tis  HE,  who  came  mankind  to  save, 
And  give  the  Hfongry  bread. 

2d  Voice. 

Who's  this  whose  words  are  peace  and  love^ 
Who  makes  the  deaf  to  hear  ? 

1st  Voice. 

'Tis  HE,  who  left  the  realms  above 
To  dry  the  sinner's  tear. 

2d  Voice. 

Let  angels  then  his  wonders  tell, 

And  men  his  love  proclaim, 
Who  triumphed  over  death  and  hell  $ 

For  Jesus  is  his  name. 


hymn  244—245,  1» 

Hymn  244.      7.  8. 

[Tune,  As  a  Shepherd  gently  leads.) 
Cknst  the  Shepherd. 

1  As  a  Shepherd  geruly  leads 
Wand'ring  flocks  to  verdant  raeads^  . 
Where  winding  rivers  soft  and  slow, 
Amidst  the  flow'ry  landscape  flow. 

2  So  the  guardian  of  my  soul, 
Does  my  wand'ring  feet  control ; 

He  leads  me  through  the  darksome  mazer 
And  brings  me  back  to  virtue's,  ways, 

3  When  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  overspread, 
My  steadfast  heart  no  ill  shall  fear, 
For  thou,  O  God !  art  with  me  there.- 

Hymn  245.       8  lines  6.  8. 
Triumph  of  Piety  over  Ungodtinc&t- 

1  Ye  simple  souls,  that  stray 
Far  from  the  path  of  peace, 
That  unfrequented  way, 
To  life  and  happiness  : 

How  long  will  ye  your  folly  love, 

And  throng  the  downward  road, 
And  hate  the  wisdom  from  above, 

And  mock  the  sons  of  God. 

2  Madness  and  misery 

Ye  count  out  life  beneath, 

And  nothing  great  can  see, 

Or  glorious  in  our  death  : 
As  born  to  suffer  and  to  grieve, 

Beneath  your  feet  we  lie, 
And  utterly  condemn'd  we  live^ 

y\nd  unlamented  die. 

3  So  wretched  and  obscure, 
The  raen  whom  ye  despise* 


200  HYMN'   246. 

So  foolish,  weak  and  poor, 
Above  your  scorn  we  rise  r 

Our  conscience  in  the  Holy  Ghosf 
Can  witness  better  things  -7 

For  he,  whose  blood  is  all  our  boastK 
Hath  made  us  priests  and  kings, 
4       Angels  our  servants  are, 
And  keep  in  all  our  ways, 
And  in  their  hands  they  bear 
The  sacred  sons  of  grace  : 

Our  guardians  to  that  heavenly  bliss, 
They  all  our  steps  attend  ; 

.Ind  God  himself  our  father  is., 
And  Jesus  is  our  friend,      m 


Hymn  246.     8.  6. 

Ghristiaifs  Hope  in  Death.     Psalm  12$ 
[Tone,  Musician's  Hymn,] 
\   What  joy,  while  thus  1  view  the  day. 
That  warns  my  thirsting  soul  away. 

What  transports  fill  my  breast  ? 
For,  lo,  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door? 
And  leads  me  to  his  rest. 

2  The  festal  morn,  my  God,  is  come> 
That  calls  me  to  the  hallow'd  dome 

Thy  presence  to  adore  ; 
My  feet  the  summons  shall  attend, 
With  willing  steps  thy  courts  ascend. 

And  tread  th>  etherial  floor. 
S  E'en  now  to  my  expecting  eyes 

The  heav'n-built  towers  of  Salem  rise* 

E'en  now,  with  glad  survey, 
I  view  her  mansions  that  contain 
Th'  angelic  forms,  an  awful  train, 

And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 


HYMN  247.  201 

4  Hither,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lo,  the  redeem'd  of  God  ascend, 

Their  tribute  hither  bring  : 
Here,  crown'd  with  everlasting  joy, 
In  hymns  of  praise  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hail  th'  immortal  King. 
5*  Greet  Salem's  King ;  who  bids  each  state 
Oh  her  decrees  dependant  wait ; 

In  her^  e'er  time  begun  ; 
High  on  eternal  base  uprear'd, 
His  hands  the  regal  seat  prepar'd 

For  Jesus'  favour'd  son. 
3  Mother  of  cities  !  o'er  thy  head 

See  peace,  with  healing  wings  outspread^ 

Delighted  fix  her  stay  ; 
How  blest  who  calls  himself  thy  friend  ! 
Success  his  labours  shall  attend, 

And  safety  guard  his  way. 

7  Thy  walls  remote  from  hostile  fear, 
Nor  the  loud  voice  of  tumult  hear, 
Nor  war's  wild  wastes  deplore ; 
There  smiling  plenty  takes  her  stand, 
And  in  thy  courts  with  lavish  hand, 
Has  pour'd  forth  all  her  store. 

5  Let  me,  West  seat,  my  name  behold 
Among  thy  citizens  enrolled, 

In  thee  forever  dwell. 
Let  charity  my  stops  attend, 
My  sole  companion  and  my  friend. 

And  faith  and  h»pe  farewel ! 

Hymn  247.       10's  &  life 

Tune  Short  and  Uncertain* 
'[Tune,  Dirge,  Mas9.  Com.] 
I  Few  are  our  days,  those  few  we  dream  away, 
Sore  is  our  fate,  to  moulder  La  the  clay  : 


202  HYMN  248. 

Rise,  immortal  soul,  above  thine  earthly  state, 
Time  yet  is  thine,  but  soon  will  be  too  late. 

2  Lo,  midnight's  gloom  invites  thy  pensive  mind ; 
Pale  is  the  scene,  but  shadows  there  you'll  find; 
Rise,immortal  soul,heav'n-ward  pursue  thy  flight, 
Lest  hence  thy  state  be  like  the  gloomy  night. 

3  Hark,  from  the  graves,  oblivion's  doleful  tones, 
There  shall  our  names  be  moulder'd  like  our  bones. 
Rise,  immortal  soul,  that  hence  thy  fame  may  sbine> 
Time  flies  and  ends — eternity  is  thine. 


Hymn  248.       8.  7. 

Judgment, 
[Tune,  HeJmsley.] 
1  Lo!  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favour'd  sinners  slain  : 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending^ 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train ; 

Hallelujah, 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign ! 
2"  Ev'ry  eye  shall  now  behold  him 
Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  bka 
Pierc'd  and  naH'd  him  to  the  tree ; 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  The  dear  tokens  of  his  passion 

Still  his  dazzling  body  bears: 
Cause  of  endless  exultation 
To  his  ransoni'd  worshippers  : 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  sca^». 

4  Yea,  amen;  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne  ; 
Saviour,  take  the  pow'r  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own; 


hymn  249.  /20:i 


Jah,  Jehovah ! 
'Everlasting  God  come  down. 


Hymn  249.      7's. 

The  Reward  of  a  Christian. 
[Tune,  Finedon.] 

!  Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God  ; 

They  are  bought  with  Christ's  own  bloody 

They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave; 

Life  eternal  they  shall  have  : 

With  them  number'd  may  we  be3 

Here,  and  in  eternity*. 
2  God  did  love  them  in  his  Son, 

Loi>g  before  the  woiid  beguu  % 

They  the  seal  of  this  receive, 

When  on  Jesus  they  believe: 

With  them  number'd  nay  we  be5 

Here,  and  in  et<  rnitj . 
S  They  are  justified  by  grace  ; 

They  enjoy  a  solid  peace  ; 

A!l  their  sins  are  washM  away  ; 

They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day* 

"With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 

Here,  and  in  eternity. 
4  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace 

In  the  works  of  righteousness; 

They  are  harmless,  meek,  and  mild, 

Holy,  humble,  undefil'd. 

With  them  number'd  may  we  be. 

Here,  and  in  eternity. 

9  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 
Children  of  an  heav'nly  birth; 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one  ; 
Glory  is  in  them  begun. 
With  them  number'd  may  wo  bc5 
Here,  aad  in  eternity. 


204  uvmn  250. 

Hymn  250.     8.  7.  4. 

It  is  Finished.     John  xix.  30. 

[Tune,  Redeeming  Loyc] 

\  Hark  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy, 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 

See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 
Shakes  the  eaith  and  veils  the  sky! 

"It  is  finish'd!" 

Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

.2  It  is  finish'd  !  O  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford  * 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  irora  Christ  the  Lord. 

It  is  finish'd  ! 

Saints,  the  dying  word  record. 

3  Finish'd  are  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law! 
Finish'd,  all  that  God  had  promis'd; 

Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  a 
It  is  finish'd  ! 
Saints  from  hence  your  comfort  draw. 

4  [Happy  souls,  approach  the  tabic — 

Taste  the  soul-reviving  food  ! 
Nothing's  half  so  sweet  and  pleasant 

As  the  Saviour's  flesh  and  blood. 
It  is  finish'd  ! 
Christ  has  borne  the  heavy  load.] 

5  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs — 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 

Join  to  praise  ImmanueTs  name ! 
Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  • 


HYMN  251.  205 

Hymn  851. 

The   Pilgrim  Stranger, 
[Tune,  Bound  for  the  Kingdom.] 
Whither  goest  thou,  Pilgrim  Stranger f 

Wand'ring  through  this  lonely  vale: 
Know'st  thou  not  -lis  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 

Chorus. 

;:  No!   I'm  bound  tor  the  Kingdom, 
<;  Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me? 
"  Hallelujah!  praise  the  Lord." 
"  Pilgrim,  thou  hast  justly  call'd  me, 

"  Passing  through  a  waste  so  wide  ; 
"  But  no  harm  will  e'er  befal  me, 

Kt  While  I'm  bless'd  with  such  a  guide. 
i;  For  I'm  bound  to  the  Kingdom,  &c." 
Such  a  guide  ! — no  guide  attends  thee  : — 

Hence  ! — for  thee  my  fears  arise  : — 
If  some  guardian  pow'r  befriend  thee, 
' Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

"  Come,  I'm  bound  for  the  Kingdom,  &c. 
"  Yes,  unseen — but  still  believe  me, 

"  Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend  : 
11  He  '11  in  ev'ry  strait  relieve  me, 
"  He  will  guide  me  to  the  end. 

"  For  Pm  bound  to  the  Kingdom,  &c,M 
Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 
Darkly  winding  through  the  vale  ; 
Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 

"No!   I'm  bound  for  the  -Kingdom,  frc." 
"  No!  that  stream  hath  nothing  frightful, 

k>  To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend  ; 
11  Thence  to  plunge,  'twill  be  delightful, 


Thei 

m}  &c." 

18 


I  here  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 
(;  For  I'm  bound  for  the  Kingdom 


206  mm  252. 

7  While  [  gaz  d    -with  speed  surprising, 

Down  the  stream  he  plung'd  from  sight ! 
Gazing  still — I  saw  him  rising, 

Like  an  angel  cloth'd  with  light  : — 
Saying — "  I'm  bound  for  the  Kingdom,  &c.v 
3  Cease,  my  hesrt,  this  mournful  crying, 
Death  will  burst  this  sullen  gloom  ; 
Soon  my  spirit,  fiutt'ring,  flying, 
Will  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 
So,  I'll  seek  for  the  Kingdom, 
Yes,  to  glory  I'll  go  with  you, 
And  sing  hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord. 


Hymn  252.     8.  7.  4. 

Expostulation* 

1  Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading. 

At  the  sinners  bolted  heart ; 
Now  in  heav'n  he's  interceding. 
Undertaking  sinners  part. 

CHORUS. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate  this  Saviour? 

Who  descended  from  above, 
Once  he  dy'd  for  your  behaviour, 

Now  he  calls  you  to  his  love. 

2  Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour. 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to  day, 
Turn  from  ail  your  vain  behaviour, 
O  repent,  return,  and  pray. 

Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 
J  O  be  wise  before  you  languish 
On  the  bed  of  dying  strife, 
•Endless  joy,  or  endless  anguish, 
Turn  upon  the  events  of  life. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 

i   Now  he's  waiting  to  be  c^icious, 

•  he  stand  en  thee, 


HYMN    85S.  20^ 

See  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 
Shine  around  on  you  and  me. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 
j  Open  now  your  hearts  before  him. 
Bid  the  Saviour  welcome  in, 
Now  receive,  and  O,  adore  him, 
Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 
"j  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready, 
Yet  there's  room  for  many  more  \ 
O  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 
Come  to  wisdom's  boundless  store. 
Sinners,  can  you  hate,  &c. 

Hymn  253.       H.  ML 

Midnight   Cry.       Mat.  xxv.  6.. 
\        Ye  virgin  souls  arise, 

With  all  the  dead  awake  ; 
Unto  salvation  wise, 

0:1  in  your  vessels  take  ; 
Upstanding  at  the  midnight  cry, 
Behold  your  heavenly  bridegroom  nigh, 

2  He  comes,  he  comes,  to  call 

The  nations  to  his  bar, 
And  takes  to  glory  all 

Who  meet  for  glory  are  ; 
Make  ready  for  your  free  reward  ; 
Go  forth  with  joy  to  meet  your  Lord. 

3  Go  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

Your  everlasting  friend  ; 
Your  head  to  glorify, 

With  all  his  saints  ascend ; 
Ye  pure  in  heart,  obtain  the  grace, 
To  see,  without  a  veil,  his  face. 

4  Ye  saints,  rejoice  in  hope 

Of  that  great  day  unknown, 


208  hymn  254. 

When  you  shall  be  caught  up. 
To  stand  before  his  throne — 
CalPd  to  partake  the  marriage  feast, 
And  Jean  on  your  Iramanuel's  breast. 

Hymn  251.     H.  M. 

A  tenement. 
Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 

Shake  oft' thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  sacrifice, 
In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  Saviour  stands  ; 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 
1       He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  ; 
With  his  redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  was  spilt  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary  ; 
They  pour  effectual  pray'rs, 
They  strongly  speak  for  me  : 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive  they  cry  ! 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  oul1  ; 
lie  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood. 
And  tells  me  1  am  born  of  God. 

5  To  God  I'm  reconciled, 

I lis  pard'ning  voice  1  hear  ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 
1  ( ."i  no  longer  fi 
With  confidence  1  now  draw  nigh> 
And  Father,  Abba  Fathei !  cry. 


hymn  255—256.  209 

Hymn  255.        8.  7. 

Blind  Barlimeus, 

[Tune,  Supplicant] 

Mercy,  O  thou  son  of  David  ! 

Thus  blind  Banimeus  pray'd! 
Many  by  thy  grace  arc  saved, 

O  will  thou  vouchsafe  thine  aid  ! 
For  his  crying,  many  chid  him, 

But  he  cr)M  the  louder  still  ! 
Till  his  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 

Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will. 

2  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  us'd  to  live  ; 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted 

Alms,  which  none  but  Christ  could  give. 
Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness. 

Turn  my  darkness  into  day ; 
Straight  he  saw,  and  drawn  by  kindness. 

Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

3  Now,  methinks,  I  hear  him  praising. 

Publishing  to  all  around  ; 
Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 

What  a  Saviour  I  have  found ! 
O  that  all  the  blind,  but  knew  him, 

And  would  be  advis'd  by  me  ; 
Surely,  they  would  come  unto  him, 

He  would  cause  them  all  to  see. 

Hymn  256.     H.  M. 
The  Kingdom  of  Christ*      Phil.  iv.  4* 
I       Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King, 

Your  God  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks,  and  sing, 
And  triumph  evermore  ! 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice, 
18* 


210  HYMN  257. 

2  Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains, 
lie  took  his  seat  above  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell, 
Ave  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints  rejoice. 
\       He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy; 
And  every  bosom  swell 
With  pure  seraphic  joy  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
5       Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hesr  the  archangel's  voice. 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound  rejoice. 


Hymn  257.      7's. 

A   Blessing  Humbly  Requested. 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
O  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain, 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain. 
In  thy  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay; 
Lord,  from  hence  we  could  not  go, 
'Till  a  blcsbing  thou  bestow. 


hymn  258—259.  211 

3  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  spiiit  now  impart, 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

4  Grant  that  all  may  seek,  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick  the  captive  free, 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

Hymn  258.     8.  7.  4. 

Holy   Delight. 

1  Lord,  assist  us  with  thy   blessing, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and   peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 

Triumph  in  redeeming  grace. 
O  refresh  us  ! 

Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound. 
May  thy  presence 

Willi  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So  whene'er  the  signal's  giv'n 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Bo  ne  on  angel's  win-s  to  heav'n, 

Glad  to  leave  our  cumb'ious  clay, 
May  we  ready 

Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day. 

Hjmn  259. 

Nativity* 

!   From  the  regions  of  love, 
Lo  !  an  angel  descended, 
And  told  the  strange  news, 
How  the  babe  was  attended. 


212  hymn  259. 

Go  shepherds,  and  visit 

This  wonderful  stranger, 
With  wonder  and  joy. 

See  your  Christ  in  the  manger. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  has  purchas'd  our  pardon  \ 
We'll  praise  him  again, 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

•Olad  tidings  I  bring 

To  you  and  each  nation  ; 
Glad  tidings  of  joy, 

Now  behold  your  salvation  : 
When  sudden  a  multitude 

Raise  their  glad  voices, 
And  shout  the  Redeemer, 

While  heav'n  rejoices. 
Hallelujah,  c^c. 

3  Now  glory  to  God, 

In  tne'highest  is  given, 
Now  glory  to  God 

Is  re-echo'd  through  heav'n  $ 
Around  the  whole  earth, 

Let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love, 

His  salvation  and  glory. 
Hallelujah,  #c. 

4  Enraptur'd  1  rise, 

With  delight  and  desire, 
Such  love  so  divine, 

Sets  my  soul  all  on  fire  ; 
Around  the  bright  throne, 

Hosannah's  are  ringing, 
O  when  shall  1  join  them, 

And  ever  be  singing ! 
Hallelujah,  c£*c. 


HYMN   200.  213 

5  Triumphantly  ride 

In  thy  chariot  victorious 
And  conquer  with  love, 
O  Jesus  all  glorious  ! 
Thy  banner  unfurl, 

Let  the  nations  surrender, 
And  own  thee  their  Saviour, 
Their  King  and  defender. 
Hallelujah,  i^c. 

Hymn  2C0.     RL  M. 

Jubilee.       Lev,  xxv.  9 — 17. 
i       Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound. 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  : 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home  ! 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb, 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 

Through  all  the  world  proclaim. 

3  Ye,  who  have  sold  for  nought, 

Your  heritage  above, 
Come  take  it  back  unbought, 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love, 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive  ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  ; 

5  The  gospel  tuimpet   hear, 

The  news  of  pardoning  grace  : 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  lace. 
0       Jesus,  our  great  high  priest, 
Hatli  full  atonement  made; 


21  i  hymn  261—262. 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mourning  souls  be  glad  ! 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home. 

Hymn  261.       C.  M. 

The  Everlasting  Song. 

1  Earth  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long, 

5Tis  time  1  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blesf  man  my  Saviour  sits  ; 

The  God  how  bright  he  shines  ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minus. 

3  Seraphs  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  Throne  around  ; 
And  move,  and  charm  the  starry  plains^ 
With  an  immortal  sound. 

4  Tesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs, 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sine; : 
Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  ev'ry  string. 

5  Now  let  me  mount,  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too : 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 

6  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 

And  so  my  soul  shall  rue  : 
O  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies. 


Hymn  262. 

The    Birth  of  Chris i. 

['I  unc,  Advent.] 

I       Hark  !  whence  thai  sound  ! 

Hark  !  hear  the  joyful  shouting! 


hymn  262.  216 


See!  see  what  splendour! 
Spreads  its  beams  around  us  ; 

Turning  dark  midnight 
Into  noon  tide  glory, 

As  it  approaches. 

With  pomp  majestic, 
See  the  heavenly  vision, 

Swiftly  descending, 
While  attending  angels, 

Pour  acclamations, 
And  celestial  chanting, 

Wake  our  attention* 

Fear  not  ye  shepherds, 
'Tib  the  Prince  of  Peace  comes -j 

Full  ot  compassion, 
Full  of  love  and  pity, 

Bringing  salvation 
For  the  lost  of  mankind  : 

For  ruin'd  nature. 

Go  pay  your  homage 
To  your  infant  Saviour. 

Laid  in  a  manger, 
See  the  Lord  of  glory, 

Meanly  attended  : 
Yet  the  great  Redeemer, 

Your  star  shall  guide  you. 

Give  God  the  glory. 
All  ye  hosts  celestial, 

Peace  dwell  on  earth, 
And  man  enjoys  the  favour  : 

Rais'd  from  death's  dungeon, 
Heirs  to  life  eternal — 

Through  a  mediator. 
!       O  may  impressions 
Of  his  boundless  mercy. 

Ever  remind  us 
Of  our  grateful  duty  ; 


216  hymn  263. 

Sweet  the  employment 

To  proclaim  his  goodness, 

And  sing  his  praises. 


Hymn  263.     IPs. 
Christmas* 

1  O  woitder  of  wonders!  astouish'd  I  gaze, 
To  see  in  a  manger  the  Ancient  of  Days  ; 
And  angels  proclaiming,  the  stranger  forlorn, 
And  telling  the  shepherds,  that  Jesus  is  born. 

chorus. 
O  let  us  rejoice,  and  cast  sorrow  away  ; 
Our  Saviour,  Christ  Jesus>  is  bom  on  this  day. 

2  Is  this  then  the  Lord,  our  Redeemei  I  see  ? 
Rejoice,  O  ye  nations,  rejoice,  it  is  he! 
To  Bethlehem  city,  ye  ransom'd,  repair, 
Adore  your  Redeemer  ;   the  Babe  will  be  there. 

CHORUS. 

Rejoice  and  sing  praises  ;   cast  sorrow  away  : 
Our  Saviour,  Christ  Jesus,  was  born  on  this  day  : 

•3  Behold  from  the  East,  and   from  nations  afar, 
The  sages  approach  as  they're  led  by  the  star  ! 
Their  treasures  of  gold  and  of  spices  they  brmg? 
And  offer  their  incense  to  Jesus  their  King. 

CHORUS. 

Then  let  us  rejoice  and  cast  sorrow  away  : 
Our  Saviour,  Christ  Jesus,  was  born  on  this  day 

4  With  grateful  emotions  now  let  us  repair 
To  worship  before  him  in  praises  and  prayV. 
Our  hearts  we'll  present  him,  our  love  we'll  unfold 
More  grateful  to  heav'n  than  spices  or  gold. 
(  nones. 
We'll  praise  him  with  joy  and  cast  sorrow  away 
Our  Saviour,  Christ  Jesus,  v.  as  born  on  this  day 


hymn  264—265.  217 

Hymn  264.      5.  6. 

[Tune,  Patient's.] 

t       Ye  servants  of  God, 
Whose  diligent  care 

Is  ever  employ'tl 
In  watching  and  prayV; 

With  praises  unceasing* 
Your  Jesus  proclaim, 

Rejoicing  and  blessing 
His  excellent  name. 
2       'Tis  Jesus  commands, 
Come  all  to  his  house, 

And  lift  up  your  hands 
And  pay  him  your  vows ; 

And  whilst  ye  are  giving 
Your  Jesus  his  due, 

The  Lord  out  of  heav'n 
Shall  sanctify  you. 

Hymn  265.       7.  6.  8. 

Backsliding  and  Returning  ;  or,  the  Backslider's 
Prayer. 
[Tune,  Penitence] 

1  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart ; 
Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 

A  portion  of  thy  love  unknown  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  See  me  Sariour  from  above, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die  ; 
Life,  and  happiness,  and  love 
Smile  in  thy  gracious  eye  ; 
19 


218  HYMN    266, 

Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
3  Look,  as  when  thy  pitying  eye 

Was  clos'd,  that  we  might  live ; 
11  Father,55  (at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  gasp5d)  "  forgive  !55 
Surely  with  that  dying  word, 

He  turns,  and  looks,  and  cries,  "  His  done!55 
O,  my  loving,  bleeding  Lord, 

This  breaks  my  heart  of  stone. 


Hymn  266.       8.  4. 

1  Hark  !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds  ; 
Through  all  the  earth  the  echo  bounds, 
And  Jesus  by  redeeming  blood, 

Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God, 
And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word 
To  endless  day. 

2  Hail,  all  victorious,  conq5ring  Lord ! 
Be  thou  by  all  thy  works  ador'd, 
Who  undertook  for  sinful  man, 

And  brought  salvation  through  thy  name, 
That  we  with  thee  may  ever  reign 
In  endless  day. 

3  Fight  en,  ye  conquering  souls,  fight  on, 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won, 
The  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  of  glory  ever  wear 

In  endless  day. 

^   There  we  shall  in  sweet  chorus  join* 
And  saints  and  angels  all  combine 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  lovr*  ; 


hymn  267—268.  219 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above, 
In  endless  day. 


Hymn  267.      C.  M. 

A    Prayer  for  Ike  Aid  of  the  Spirit. 

1  Try  us,  O  God  and  search  the  ground 

Of  every  sinful  heart ; 
Whate're  of  sin  in  us  is  found> 
O  bid  it  all  depart. 

2  When  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortless, 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 
Of  everlasting  peace, 

3  Help  us  to  help  each  other  Lord, 

Each  others  cross  to  bear, 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 

And  feel  his  brothers  care. 

4  Help  us  to  build  each  other  up* 

Our  little  stock  improve  ; 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope, 
And  perfect  us  in  love. 

5  Up  into  thee  our  living  head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow, 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed. 
And  spotless  here  below. 

o  Then  when  the  mighty  work  is  wroughf. 
Receive  thy  ready  bride, 
Give  us  in  heav'n  a  happy  lot 
With  all  the  sanctify'd. 


Hymn  268.       C.  M. 

Pardoning  Mercy. 
I  How  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wanderM  from  th«  Lord ! 


220  hymn  269. 

How  oft  my  crying  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  thy  word! 

2  Yet  sov'reign  mercy  cries  "  return," 

Lord  at  thy  caJl  I  come  ; 
My  vile  ingratitude  1  mourn, 
O  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive  •, 

And  all  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live, 
To  speak  thy  wond'rous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power 

How  glorious  !  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine  ! 

5  Thy  pardoning  love  forever  free, 

With  rapture  I  adore  ; 
Lord,  I  devote  myself  to  thee, 
And  long  to  love  thee  more. 


— .r 

Christ- s  Resurrection  and  Ascension. 
[Tune,  Middleton.] 

1  Hail  the  day  that  saw  him  rise, 
RavishM  from  our  wishful  e\es; 
Christ  awhile  to  mortals  giv'n, 
Reascends  his  native  hcav'n  : 
There  the  pompous  triumph  waits, 
Lift  your  heads  eternal  gates  ; 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

2  Him,  though  highest  beav'n  receive- 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves  ; 
Though  reluming  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own  : 
Still  for  us  he  intercedes. 
Prevalent  his  death  he  pleads  ; 


HYMN  270,  221 

Next  himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

3  Master  (may  we  ever  say) 
Taken  from  our  head  to  day  ; 
See  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  ? 

Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height. 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Following  thee  beyond  the  skies* 

4  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love, 
Looking  when  our  Lord  shall  come. 
Longing,  panting  after  home  : 
There  we  shall  with  thee  remain  ; 
Partners  of  thine  endless  reign  \ 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  heaven  of  heav'ns  in  thee. 

Hymn  270.      L.  M. 

[Tune,  Habakkuk.] 
1   Away  my  unbelieving  fear; 

Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  take  pla< 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face. 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no; 
I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 
3  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
The  with'ring  ficr-tree  droop  aiid  die. 

The  field  illude  the  tiller's  toil, 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race; 
Yet  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  praise, 
19* 


222  hymn  271. 

3  Barren  although  my  soul  remain, 

And  no  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 
No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain, 

But  sin,  and  only  sin  be  here  ; 
Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  lost. 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  see  ; 
Yet  will  I  in  my  Saviour  trust. 

And  glory,  that  he  dy'd  for  me. 

4  In  hope  believing  against  hope, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  and  God,  I  claim, 
Jesus,  my  strength,  shall  lift  me  «p  ; 

Salvation  is  in  Jesus'  name. 
To  me  he  soon  will  bring  it  nigh  ; 

My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind> 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behindo 


Hymn  271.     C.  M. 

The  Spiritual  Coronation* 

1  All  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall : 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  (Crown  him  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call  ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.) 
8  (Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small  ; 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace: 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.) 
4  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall  ; 
Go — spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  alL 


hymn  272.  223 

5  (Babes,  men,  and  sires,  who  know  his  love. 

Who  feel  your  sin  and  thi'all  ; 

Now,  joy  with  all  the  hosts  above, 

And  crown  him  Lord  uf  all.) 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  ballf 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

7  O  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng. 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall  : 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Hymn  272.     8.  7.  4. 

[Tune,  Littleton.] 
Lo  I  He  cometk  ! 

1  Lo  \  He  cometh  !  countless  trumpets,. 
Blow  before  the  bloody  sign  ; 
Midst  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels 

See  the  crucified  shine : 
Hallelujah, 
Welcome,  welcome,  bleeding  Lamb ! 

3  Now  his  merit  by  the  harpers, 

Through  th'  eternal  deep  resounds  i 

Now  resplendent  shine  his  nail-prints,. 
Ev'ry  eye  shall  see  his  wounds  : 

They  who  pierc'd  him 

Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 

3  Ev'ry  island,  sea  and  mountain, 

Heav'n  and  earth  shall  flee  away : 
AH  who  hate  him  must  ashamed 

Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day — 
Come  to  judgment, 
Stand  before  the  Son  of  Man. 

4  Saints  who  love  him,  view  his  glory,, 

Shining  in  his  bruised  face  ; 


224  hymn  273. 

His  dear  person  on  the  rainbow, 

Now  his  people's  head  shall  raise 
Happy  mourners, 

Lo  !  in  clouds  he  comes,  he  comes  ! 
3  Now  redemption  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ; 
All  his  people,  once  rejected, 

Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air — 
Hallelujah,  • 

Now  the  promis'd  kingdom's  come, 
o  View  him  smiling,  now  determined 

Ev'ry  evil  to  destroy  ; 
All  the  nations  now  shall  sing  him 

Songs  of  everlasting  joy  : 
O  come  quickly ; 
Hallelujah  !  come,  Lord,  come  ! 


Hymn  273.     L.  JVI. 

It  £*  Finished.     John  xix.  30, 

1  'Tis  finish'd,  so  the  Saviour  cried, 
And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and  died, 
5Tis  finish'd — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finish'd — all  that  heav'n  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  Prophets  said 

Is  now  fulfill'd,  as  was  designed, 
In  me  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finish'd — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore. 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 

And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  'Tis  finish'd — this  my  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  ev'ry  kind  atone: 
Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death, 
Dy  this  my  last  expiring  breath. 


hy*in  274.  225 

Tis  finished — heav'n  is  reconcil'd, 

And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoiPd : 

Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 

Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  mcn# 

'Tis  finished — let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  : 

>Tis  finish'd — let  the  echo  fly 

Thro'  heav'n  and  hell,  through  earth  and  sky. 


Hymn  274.     7.  6.  8. 

[Tune,  Penitent.] 
The  Penitent. 

1  Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  1 

Would  fain,  like  Peter,  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored, 
On  me  be  all  long  suff'ring  shown  j 

t,^^  ~~j  *     '      — 

s-vbstj  »im  iuok  upuu  me,  tjora, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me  through  thy  dying  love 

The  humble,  contrite  heart ; 
Give  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 
A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown  ; 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord> 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
i  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above. 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die  ; 
Life,  and  happiness,  and  love 

Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye  ; 
Speak  the  reconciling  wTord, 
And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  ; 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me.  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 


226  hymn  275. 

4  Look,  as  when  thy  grace  beheld 

The  harlot  in  distress  ; 
Dry'd  her  tears,  her  pardon  seal'd, 

And  bade  her,  go  in  peace  ; 
Foul,  like  her,  and  self  abhor'd, 
I  at  thy  feet  for  mercy  groan  ; 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

5  Look,  as  when  thy  languid  eye 

Was  clos'd  that  we  might  live, 
Father,  at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  gasp'd,  forgive* 
Surely  with  that  dying  word, 
He  turns  and  looks  and  cries  'tis  done  * 

O,  my  bleeding,  laving  Lord, 

Thou  break'st  my  heart  of  stone. 


»       Hymn  275. 

*Tane,  Backslider.} 
Backslider. 

1  Ah,  where  am  I  now  ? 
When  was  it,  or  how, 

That  1  fell  from  my  heav'n  of  grace  ? 

1  am  brought  into  thrall, 

I  am  stript  of  my  all, 
I  am  banish'd  from  Jesu's  face. 

2  Hardly  yet  do  1  know, 
How  I  let  my  Lord  go, 

So  insensibly  starting  aside  ; 
When  the  tempter  came  in 
With  his  own  subtle  sin, 

And  infected  my  spirit  with  pride, 

3  But  I  felt  it  too  soon, 
That  my  Saviour  was  gone, 

•Swiftly  vanishing  out  of  my  sight  ; 
My  triumph  and  boast 


hymn  276,  227 


On  a  sudden  were  lost. 
And  my  day,  it  was  turn'd  into  night. 

I  never  shall  rise, 

To  my  first  paradise, 
Or  come  my  Redeemer  to  see ; 

But  I  feel  a  faint  hope, 

That  at  last  he  will  stoop, 
And  his  pity  will  bring  him  to  me. 


Hymn  276.     8.  7. 

[Tune,  Westminster.] 

1   Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven  to  earth  come  down  *, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art.; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 
12  Come,  Almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive  ; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave. 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  thee,  as  thy  hosts  above ; 
Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 
3  Finish  then  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  sinless  let  us  be ; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation 

Perfectly  restored  in  thee  ; 
ChangM  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heav'n  we  take  our  place  ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


228  iiymn  277. 

Hymn  277.     7's. 

The  Christianas   Wish. 

1  Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know, 
Stephen's  resignation  shew, 
John's  divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness — Jc  shua's  zeal  ^ 
Run  like  the  unwearied  Paul, 
Win  the  day  and  conquer  all, 

2  Mary's  love  may  I  possess, 
Lydia's  tenderheartedness, 
Peter's  ardent  spirit  feel, 
James'  faith  by  work  reveal ; 
Like  young  Timothy,  may  1 
Every  sinful  passion  fly. 

2  Job's  submission  let  me  shew, 
David's  true  devotion  know, 
Samuel's  call,  oh,  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share ; 
Let  Isaiah's  hallowed  fire, 

All  my  new-born  soul  inspire. 

4  Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  prayer, 
Gideon's  valiant,  steadfast  care  ; 
Joseph's  purity  impart, 
Isaac's  meditative  heart ; 
Abra'am's  faith — O,  may  I  prove 
Faithful  to  the  God  I  love. 

3  Most  of  all  may  I  pursue, 
That  example  Jesus  drew  ; 
In  my  life  and  conduct  shew 
How  he  liv'd  and  walk'd  below: 
Day  by  day  through  grace  restor'd, 
Imitate  my  perfect  Lord. 


hymn  278—279.  229 

Hymn  278.      C.  M. 

Charfty. — Applied  to  Humane  and  Benevolent 

Institutions. 

1  O  Charity  !  thou  heavenly  grace  ! 

All  tender,  soft  and  kind  ; 
A  friend  to  all  the  human  race, 
To  all  that's  good  inclin'd  ! 

2  The  man  of  charity  extends 

To  all  his  liberal  hand  ; 
His  kindred,  neighbours,  foes  and  friends, 
His  pity  may  command. 

3  He  aids  the  poor  in  their  distress  ; 

He  hears  when  I  complain, 
With  tender  heart  delights  to  bless, 
And  lessen  all  their  pain. 

4  The  sick,  the  prisoner,  poor  and  blind, 

And  all  the  sons  of  grief, 
In  him  a  benefactor  find, 
He  loves  to  give  relief. 

5  'Tis  love  that  makes  religion  sweet; 

5Tis  love  that  makes  us  rise, 
With  willing  mind  and  ardent  feet, 

To  yonder  happy  skies. 
3  Then  let  us  all  in  love  abound, 

And  charity  pursue  ; 
Thus  shall  we  be  with  glory  crown'dj 

And  love  as  angels  do. 

Hymn  279.      7's. 

[Tune,  Crucifixion.] 
Crucifixion. 
1  Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdu'd ; 
See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 
Cover'd  with  a  gore  t)f  blood, 
20 


230  hymn  280. 

Sinful  soul  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Murder'd  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Yes,  our  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Drove  the  nails,  that  fix  him  here; 
Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Pierc\J  him  with  the  soldiers,  spear, 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice  ; 
Tor  a  sinful  world  he  dies. 

3  Shall  we  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 

Still  to  death  pursue  our  God  ? 
Open,  tear  his  wounds  again, 

Trample  on  his  precious  blood  : 
No;  with  all  our  sins  we  part ; 
Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart. 


Hymn  280.      C,  M. 

[Tune,  Dorset.] 
Faith  in  Christ  for  Pardon  and  Sanctificatio 

1  How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 

Our  sin  how  deep  it  stains  ! 
And  satan  binds  our  captive  souls, 

Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 
But  there's  a  voice  of  sov'reign  grace, 

Sounds  from  thy  sacred  word  ; 
Ho,  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 

And  trust  upon  the  Lord. 

2  My  soul  obeys  th'  Almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise  Lord, 

O,  help  my  unbelief. 
To  the  blest  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 

From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

3  Stretch  out  thy  arm,  victorious  King, 

My  reigning  sins  subdue  ; 


HYMN 


281.  231 


Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  seat 

With  his  infernal  crew. 
A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 

Jnto  thy  arms  1  fall ; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 

My  Jesus  and  my  all. 


Hymn  281.      5.  IK 

[Tuae,  Sacrament.] 

Sacramental. 

Ah,  tell  us  no  more 
The  Spirit  and  pow'r 
Of  Jesus,  our  God, 
Is  not  to  be  found  in  this  life  giving  food/ 

Did  Jesus  ordain 

His  supper  in  vain, 

And  furnish  a  feast 
For  none,  but  His  earliest  servants,  to  taste  ! 

Nay,  but  this  is  His  will, 

(We  know  it  and  feel) 

That  we  s-hould  partake 
The  banquet,  for  all  He  so  freely  did  make* 

In  rapturous  bliss 

He  bids  us  do  this  ; 

The  joy,  it  imparts, 
Hath  witness'd  His  gracious  design  in  our  hearts. 

5Tis  God,  we  believe, 

Who  cannot  deceive  ; 

The  witness  of  God 
Is  present,  and  speaks  in  the  mystical  blood. 

Receiving  the  bread, 

On  Jesus  we  feed  ; 

It  doth  not  appear, 
His  manner  of  working  j  but  Jesus  is  here. 


hymn  282—283. 

Hymn  282.      L.  M 

Gospel  Invitation. 

1  Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts  draw  nigi-, 
('Tis  God  invites  the  fallrn  race  ;) 
Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy  ; 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 

2  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come, 
Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  call ; 
Return,  ye  weary  wand'rers  home, 
And  find  my  grace  reach'd  out  to  all 

3  See  from  the  rock  a  fountain  rise  ! 
For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls  ! 
Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 
Ye  lab'ring,  burdenM  sin-sick  souls. 

4  Nothing  ye  in  exchange  shall  give  ; 
Leave  ail  you  have  and  are  behind  ; 
Frankly  the  gift  of  God  receive, 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

Hymn  283.      H)V&  II V 

[Tune,  Cherrilon.]" 
View  of  Heaven.      Rev.  xxii.  115. 

\  On  wings  of  faith  mount  up  my  soul  and  rise, 
View  thine  inheritance  beyoud  the  skies; 
Nor  heart  can  think,  nor  mortal  tongue  can  lei!. 
What  endless  pleasure  in  those  mansions  dwell  : 
There  my  Redeemer  lives,  all  bright  and  glorious, 
O'er  sin,  and  death,  and  hell,  he  reigns  victorious. 

2  No  gnawing  grief,  no  sad  heart  rending  pain, 
In  Ibat  blest  country  can  admission  gain  ; 
No  soi row  there,  no  sod-tormenting  fear, 

For  God's  own  hand  shall  wipe  the  falling  tear. 
There  my  Redeemer  lives,  kc. 

3  Before  the  throne  a  crystal  river  glides, 
Immortal  verdure  decks  its  cheerful  sides  ; 


hymn  284t  233 

There  the  fair  tree  of  life  majestic  rears 
Its  blooming;  1iead,  and  sov'reign  virtue  bears. 
There  my  Redeemer  lives,  &,c. 

4  No  rising  sun  his  endless  beams  displays, 
No  sickly  moon  emits  her  feeble  rays  : 
The  Godhead  there  celestial  glory  sheds, 
Th'  exalted  Lamb  eternal  radiance  spreads  . 

There  my  Redeemer  lives,  &c. 

5  One  distant  glimpse  my  eager  passion  fires  ; 
Jesus,  to  thee  my  longing  soul  aspires  ! 
When  shall  1  at  my  heavenly  home  arrive — 
When  leave  this  earth,  and  when  begin  to  live  c 
For  there  my  Saviour  is  all  bright  and  glorious, 
O'er  sin,  and  death,  and  hell,  he  reigns  victorious  - 


Hymn  284. 

[Musick  by  O  Shaw, — Melodia  Sacra.] 
Christmas  Ode. 
Solo — 1st  Shepherd. 

1  At  this  unwonted  hour,  behold, 

What  strikes  my  wond'ring  soul  with  fear  ! 

How  all  yon  east  is  streak'd  with  gold. 
As  if  the  opening  morn  was  near, 

Solo— 2nd  Shepherd. 
I  mark  it  !  now  the  streams  unite ! 

Duet— 2nd  &  3d  Shepherds. 

One  pillar  now  of  moving  light ! 

2  My  soul  too  shakes  !  it  sinks,  it  dies  ! 
See,  through  the  air  the  vision  flies ! 

Trio— 1st,  2nd  &  3d  Shepherds. 

Heav'n  shield  us,  lo  !  'tis  just  at  hand ! 
Some  strange  event  impends  ! 
O'er  head  direct,  it  seems  to  stand, 

And  now  the  blaze  descends. 
Air, — Gabriel. 

3  Ye  shepherds  all  your  fears  resign  I 
I  come  not  arm'd  with  wrath  divine, 

But  fraught  with  heav'nly  love, 
20* 


231  hymn  285. 

The  news,  the  welcome  news  I  bring', 
Sounds  high  from  every  sacred  string, 
Through  all  yon  realms  above. 

4  1  come  (and  'tis  a  blest  employ,) 
1  come  the  messenger  of  joy  ! 

Go  publish  what  J  sing : 
Earth  is  no  more  a  scene  forlorn  ! 
This  night  a  promis'd  Christ  is  born? 

Your  Saviour  and  your  Kino. 

5  At  Beth'lem,  in  a  manger,  lies, 

The  swaddled  babe  !  let  rapture  rise 

Round  this  terrestrial  ball  ! 
The  raptures  catch  from  heart  to  heart! 
'Till  all  shall  feel,  let  all  impart! 

For  Christ  was  born  for  all ! 

CHORUS. 

0  Glory  to  God  in  strains  till  now  unknown. 
From  ev'ry  glowing  seraph  round  the  throne, 

Peace  to  this  globe. 
All  worlds  admire  the  plan! 
Of  heav'ns  vast  benevolence  to  man  ! 


Hymn  285.       7rs. 
Rejoicing  in  Hope.     Isa.  xxxv.  10.    Luke  xii.  32* 

1  Children  of  the  heavenly  king, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  Gecl, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  [O,  ye  banishM  seed,  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes — 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes.] 


hymn  286.  235 


4  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest  : 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd- 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

5  Fear  not,  brethren — joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 

6  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  v 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee* 


Hymn  286.     L.  P.  M. 

Thanksgiving. 

1  Say,  should  we  search  the  globe  around. 
Where  can  such  happiness  be  found/ 

As  dwells  in  this  much  favour'd  land  ? 
Here  plenty  reigns  ;  here  freedom  sheds 
Her  choicest  blessings  on  our  heads  -T 

By  God  supported,  still  we  stand. 

2  Here  commerce  spreads  the  wealthy  store, 
Which  comes  from  evyry  foreign  shore  ; 

Science  and  art  their  charms  display  ; 
Religion  teaches  us  to  raise 
Our  voices  in  our  Maker's  praise, 

As  truth  and  conscience  point  the  way. 
8  These  are  thy  gifts,  almighty  King! 

From  thee  our  matchless  blessings  springs 

Th'  extended  shade,  the  fruitful  skies, 
The  raptures  liberty  bestows, 
Th'  eternal  joys  the  gospel  shows, 

All  from  thy  boundless  goodness  rise. 
4  With  grateful  hearts,  with  cheerful  tongues. 
To  God  we  raise  united  songs  ; 

His  powV  and  mercy  we  proclaim  j 


236  hfmn  287. 

And  still,  through  ev'ry  age  shall  own, 
Jehovah  here  hath  fix'd  his  throne, 
And  triumph  in  his  mighty  name. 
5  Long  as  the  moon  her  course  shall  run, 
Or  man  behold  the  circling  sun, 
^  May'st  thou  o'er  fair  Columbia  reign  \ 
Still  crown  her  counsels  with  success, 
With  peace  and  joy  her  borders  bless, 
And  all  her  sacred  rights  maintain. 


Hymn  287.       10's. 

Reflections  on  the  Close  of  the   Year. 

1  Is  this  a  theme  of  mirth?  who  can  rejoice, 
That  time,  important  time,  so  swiftly  fliesf 
And  scorn  reflection's  monitory  voice, 

The  friendly  pou'r,  that  woos  us  to  be  wise? 

2  Forever,  ye  departed  months,  adieu  ! 

What  heart,  that  knows  your  value,  can  be  gay  ? 
What  heart,  that  asks  reflection's  conscious  view, 
How  many  hours  fled  unimprov'd  away  ? 

3  Yet  oft  her  warning  voice,  ere  yet  they  pass'd, 
Cried,   "  seize  the  precious  minutes,  make  them 

thine  ;" 
Ah !  how  wilt  thou  account  for  so  muck  waste 
Of  treasure,  lent  for  purposes  divine  ? 

4  O,  let  my  heart  her  needful  dictates  hear, 
To  her  the  solemn  midnight  hour  I  give, 
And  ask,  while  musing  on  the  finish'd  year, 
How  I  have  spent  the  time,  and  why  1  live  ? 

5  Jesus,  to  thee,  to  thy  atoning  blood, 
To  thy  unsullied  righteousness  I  fly  ; 

O  thou,  my  Judge,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord, 
Instruct  me  how  to  live,  and  how  to  die. 


hymn  288—289.  2S7 

Hymn  288.      L.  M. 

Prodigal.      Luke  xv.  11 — 32. 

1  See  how  the  disobedient  son 

His  Father  and  his  house  forsakes, 

And,  bent  on  luxury  and  lust, 

To  foreign  lands  his  journey  takes. 

2  His  substance  spent — his  health  decay'd? 
Without  a  friend  to  help  his  wo : 

In  hope,  in  fear,  he  now  resolves 
Back  to  his  father's  bouse  to  go  ! 

3  Far  off  the  father  spies  his  son — 
His  bowels  with  compassion  move  ; 

He  runs  and  clasps  him  round  his  neck, 
And  welcomes  with  a  kiss  of  love. 

4  "  Father,  I  own,"  the  suppliant  said, 

"  My  sins  against  both  heav'n  and  thee ; 
11  Unworthy  to  be  call'd  thy  son, 
"  Now  like  a  servant  deal  with  me. 

5  u  Bring  the  best  robe  and  clothe  my  son," 
The  father  graciously  commands  ; 

M  Provide  with  shoes  his  tott'ring  feet — 
"  With  rings  of  beauty  deck  his  hands  : 

6  "  A  feast — a  sumptuous  feast  prepare — 

"  Pleasuie  through  all  my  house  shall  Feigrv? 
"  My  son  was  lost,  but  now  is  found — 
Ci  My  son  was  dead,  now  lives  again." 

Hymn  289.      S.  M. 
Support  in  Death.     Psalm  xxiii.  4. 

1  Behold  the  gloomy  vale  ! 
Which  thou  my  soul  must  tread, 

Beset  with  terrors  fierce  and  pale. 
That  leads  thee  to  the  dead. 

2  Ye  pleasing  scenes  adieu, 
Which  1  so  long  have  known ; 


238  hymn  290. 

My  friends  a  long  farewel  to  you; 
For  1  must  pass  alone. 

3  And  thou  beloved  clay. 
Long  partner  of  my  cares, 

In  this  rough  path  art  torn  away, 
With  agony  and  tears. 

4  But  see  a  ray  of  light, 
With  splendors  all  divine, 

Breaks  through  those  doleful  realms  of  night, 
And  makes  its  horrors  shine. 

5  Where  death  and  darkness  reigns, 
Jehovah  is  my  stay  ; 

His  rod  my  trembling  feet  sustains  ; 
His  staff  defends  my  way. 

6  Dear  Shepherd  lead  me  on^ 
My  soul  disdain^  to  tear  ; 

Death's  gloomy  phantoms  all  are  flown, 
JNow  life's  great  Lord  is  near. 


Hymn  290.     C.  M. 

Imploring  Mercy.     Luke  xviii.  13, 

1  Lord,  at  thy  feet  in  dust  I  lie, 

And  knock  at  mercy's  door  ; 
With  humble  heart  and  weeping  eye, 
Thy  favour  I  implore. 

2  On  me,  O  Lord,  do  thoa  display 

Thy  rich,  forgiving  love  ; 

O  take  my  heinous  guilt  away, 

This  heavy  load  remove. 

3  Without  thy  grace,  1  sink  opprest 

Down  to  the  gates  of  hell  ; 
O  give  my  troubled  spirit  rest, 
And  all  my  fears  dispel. 

4  *Tis  mercy,  mercy,  I  implore, 

O  may  thy  bowels  mov^  : 


hymn  291.  239 

Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 

And  thou  thyself  art  love. 
5  Should  I  at  last  in  heav'n  appear, 

To  join  thy  saints  above; 
I'll  shout  that  mercy  brought  me  there. 

And  sing  thy  bleeding  love. 


Hymn  291.       L.  3VI. 
On  Admission  of  New  Members.     Gen.  xxi.Yo  31. 

1  Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 

The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  To  you  and  us,  by  grace  'tis  giv'n, 

To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name,; 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heav'n, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 

3  May  He,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  lovjs. 

4  [Forgotten  be  each  worldly  thrme, 
When  christians  meet  together  thus  ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him 

Who  Itv'd,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

5  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
And  suffered  for  us  here  below  ; 
The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now.] 

3  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 
When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 


240  hymn  292—293. 

Hymn  292.     8, 7. 

Supplicants  Address  to  the  Saviour . 

1  Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion, 

Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry; 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation  ; 
See  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 

Overwhelm'd  with  helpless  grief — 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting — 
Send,  O  send  me  quick  relief! 

3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 

But  to  him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
Whither,  from  the  ^read  of  dying, 
But  to  him  who  ever  lives  ? 

4  On  the  word  thy  blood  hath  seal'd, 

Hangs  my  everlasting  all  ; 
Let  thine  arm  be  now  revealed, 
Stay,  O  stay  me,  lest  I  fall ! 

5  In  th*  world  of  endless  ruin, 

Let  it  never,  Lord,  be  said, 
"  Here's  the  soul  that  perish'd,  suing 
11  For  th'  exalted  Saviour's  aid  !" 

6  Sav'd — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 

Through  the  shining  realms  above  ; 
Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 
All  enraptur'd  with  thy  love. 


Hymn  293.      C.  M. 

The  Saviour* s  Commission* 

I  Hark,  the  ^lad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes  3 
The  Saviour  promis'd  long  ; 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  ev'ry  voice  a  song. 


UYW!t  294,  241 

2  On  him,  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 

Exerts  hi3  sacred  fire  ; 
Wisdom,  and  pow'r,  and  zeal,  and  love, 
Hi*  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  conies,  from  thickest  films  of  vice, 

To  clear  the  mental  si^ht  ; 
And  on  the  eyeballs  of  the  blind 
►To  pour  celestial  light. 

4  He  come*,  the  broken  heart  to  heal, 

The  bleed i tig  soul  to  cure  ; 
And  with  the  -treasure  of  bis  grace 
'T  enrich  the  humble  poor 

5  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bandage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  }ield. 

6  H  s  silver  trumpet  loud  proclaims 

The  Lord's  accepted  year  ; 
Our  debts  are  all  remitted  now, 
Our  heritage  is  clear, 

7  Oar  gl^d  hosannah.  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


Hymn  294.      C.  M. 

Fare&el  Hymn. 

1  Yk  pilgrims  that  are  wandering  home, 

Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb  ; 

Sweeter  to  me  than  honey-comb 

Is  Christ's  despised  name. 

2  You've  heard  the  gospel  trumpet  sound, 

Take  you  the  alarm  and  fly  ; 
Arise,  and  unto  Christ  be  gone, 
For  there  is  danger  nigh. 
21 


242  hymn  294. 

3  Let  us  with  undissembled  love, 

Like  children,  hand  in  hand. 
March  to  our  Father's  house  above, 
And  to  the  promised  land. 

4  Ye  little  flocks,  1  bid  adieu, 

Our  parting  is  to-day  ; 
Oh,  may  we  all  to  Christ  prove  true, 
And  always  watch  and  pray. 

5  And  if  we  meet  no  more  below, 

Let  us  our  lamps  prepare, 
To  meet  when  the  last  trump  shall  sound> 
And  in  his  kingdom  share. 

6  We  need  not  wait  but  few  days  more; 

Soon  we  shall  meet  above  ; 
Where  fear  of  parting  ne'er  shall  come, 
In  that  sweet  world  of  love. 

7  And  there  with  Christ  in  paradise, 

We  shall  for  ever  dwell ; 
Then  let  us  pray,  both  night  and  day, 
So,  brethren,  fare  you  well ! 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


Hymn 
AFTER  the  Charge,  81 

Admission  of  members,     85,86, 
87  and' 291 
Atonement  254 

Beggar's  prayer,  221 

Blind  Bartimeus,  255 

Birth  of  Christ,  262 

Birth-day  hymn,  232 

Bread  of  life,  239 

Backslider,  275 

Backslider's  prayer,  265 

Begone  unbelief,  215 

Christ's  death  and  resurrec- 
tion,       23  to  26.  237  and  269 
Christian    confidence    and 
hope.    27  to  33,  233,  240,  246 
Covenant  engagement?,  88  &  92 
Christian  fello*  *hip,      149,150 
and  241 
Christmas,       97,  SOI,  210,  263 
0  284 
Chris's   address  to   the 

churches,  151  to  155 

Christ  our  all,  209 

Christ  our  example,  134 

Christ  the  pilot,  168 

Christian  Experience,  222 

Chariot  of  love,  229 

Christ  the  shepherd,  244 

Christian's  wish,  277 

Charity,  278 

Crucifixion,  279 

Close  of  the  year,  287 

Divine  providence,  from  69  to  72 
Deaih  and  Judgnient,l09  to  1 12 
inclusive,  272 

Devastation  hy  fire,  1 13 

Death  of  a  child,  122,  123 

Death  of  a  father,  126,  127 
Death  of  believers,  135.202,  203 
Deliverance  from  a  storm,  159i 
Dying  Stephen,  1961 

Divine  mercy,       163,  164,  1651 


Hymn- 
Dialogue  Hymns,  200,  243 

Dving  christian,  225,  246 

Larthquake,  116,  117 

Education  of  youth,  142 

Early  pety.  from  138  to  HI 
Exemplary  deportment,  14T 
Expostulation,  252 

Everlasting  Song,  261 

Exhortation  <o  prayer,  48 

For  vacant  churches,  79 

Family  Religion,  120 

For  a  master  of  a  family,  121 
Funeral  of  a  youth,  136 

Famine  of  the  word,  158 

Fount  of  every  blessing,  227 
Faith  in  Christ,  280 

Farewel  hymn,  294 

Gospel    preached   first  at 

Jerusalem,  \ 

Gospel   invitations,  from  3  to  9 
and  282 
Glory  of  the  Church,  84 

Glory  to  God,  231 

Gospel  trumpet,  266 

Hymns  of  Praise,  from  10  to  17 
and  198 
Hope  in  despair,  \QQ 

Hannah's  prayer,  220 

Hymns  adapted  to  sundry 
scriptures,         from  176  to  193 
For  a  fast  day,       from  52  to  54 
For  a  time  of  general  sick- 
ness, 55 
For  divine  support,  59 
Hosannah,                               223 
Holy  delight,                          258 
Holy  resolution,  Q2 
House  of  worship  consecra- 
ted,                                  73,  74 
Hymn  of  general  praise,          83 
Importunate  prayer,  fr.  42  to  45 
't  is  finished,                    250,  2T3 
Invitation  to  worship,           2S4 


244 


INDEX    OF 

Hymn. 
290 
260 
256 
172 
576 
47 


Imploring  mercy, 

Jubilee, 

Kingdom  of  Christ, 

Liberality, 

Love  divine, 

Lord's  prayer, 

-Meeting,,  parting,  and  di«mis 

sion,  89  to  91  &  96,  200,  246 
Marriage,  118,  119 

Morning  and  evening,  120  to  1 33 
Miracles  of  Christ,  235 

Midnight  cry,  253 

Jfew-Year,  98,  101  &  197 

]Naaman  healed,  167 

Noah  and  the  deluge,  173 

JNativity,  259 

Ordination,  SO 

Old  n^e,  125 

One  thins;  needful,  157 

On  the  death  of  a  Minister,  78 
For  one  raised  up  to  succeed,  82 
People's    prayer  for    their 

Pastor,  75 

For  him  going  on  a  journey,  76 
Tor  him  when  sick,  77 

Prayer  for  Jews  and  Gentile*,  2 
Praise  to  the  Redeemer  from  18 
to  22 
Penitential  praye r,  from  39  to  41 
Prayer  for  missions,    49,  50,  51 

Do.    for   lite  Utter   day 
glory,  £0 

Prayer  answered  by  cresses,  160 
Prayer  for  Peace,    B  56,  57 

Do.    for  divine  support,       59 
Prayer  for  youth,  137 

roolofBethesda,  161,  162 

Propitious  gale,  169 

Preservation  in  a  storm,  159 
Prodigal  Son,  173,  174  &  288 
Penitent  backslider,  204 

Psalms  122,  246 

Do.    137, 

Do.    148, 
Pilgrim's  *ong, 
Pilgrim  stranger,  231 

Prayer  for   the  aid  of  tho 

tpi.it,  267 

^Pardoning  mercy,  208 

Ve™ttnff  2M 


212 

212 


3L'BJECTS- 

Hyfr*s>, 
Persecution,  63 

Revivals  of  religion,      from  64 
to  68 
Recovery  from  sickness,       124 
Reanimatioa  Hymn,  128 

Raptured  vision,  234 

Reward  of  a  christian,  £49 

Rejoicing  in  hope,  285 

Successful  resolve,  1G6* 

Secret  prayer,  58 

sacramental  hymns,    93,  94,  95 

and  281 
Sons  of  God,  151,  152 

Seasons  of  the  year,  103  to  108 
inclusive,  and  248 
Storm  and  Thuuder,      D4,  115 
Sabbath  day,  170,  171 

Sunday  School,  from  143 

to  146  A:  208 
Self  examination,  156 

Submission  to  Christ,  20$ 

Sinners  poor  an: I  wretched,  213 
Sinners  intreated,  216 

Safety  of  Sir  n,  230 

Smile  oCJexiM,  236 

Supplication,  257,  292 

spiritual  coronation,  271 

Support  in  death,  239 

The  Lord's  prayer,  47 

Thanksgiving,  CO,  2b& 

Time.  102,  247 

The  believer's  reet  in  Chrrt, 

194,  19S 
The  Lord  is  my  banner,  2 1 8 
The  Lord  "in  rus  garden,  22rt 
True  riches  found,  .  238 

Triumph  of  piety ,  24i>, 

The  Saviour's  commission,  29^ 
Uncharitable  judging,  I4f% 

Unbcliof  rejected,    ~  .  27Q 

Voice  of  free  grace, 
View  of  heaven,  283 

Watchfulness   snd  prayer, 

from  3 4  to  38 
Walking  with  God,  61 

ling  Jacob,  205 

Wisdom,  217 

Warning:  voice,  224 

Youn^  convert's  invitation,  207 
Zion's  Iutrea?*,  214 


A  TABLE, 

TO   FIND   AJfT    HYKIf    BT  THB   flRST   LIIfE.- 


ABSURD  and  vain  attempt  \  to  bind  -             05 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have                  —  —             35 

Ah,  where  am  I  now                  -  -                  226 

Ah,  tell  us  no  more                    -  *                  231 

Ah,  wretched  souls,  who  strive  in  vain  -              54 

Afflicted  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near  -             145 

Alas  !  how  changed  that  lovely  flower  —             9fe 

Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise               -  35 

Almighty  Maker,  God                     -  -              18 

Almighty  sovereign  of  the  skies  -                  63* 

Although  on  massy  pillars  built  —                  95 

Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows  169 

All-seeing  God,  'tis  thine  to  know  -                 119 

All-conquering  faith  !  how  high  it  rose  -»            140 

All  hail  the  pow'r  of  Jesus'  name  -               222 

At  this  unwonted  hour,  behold  -                  233 

AH  hail,  victorious  Saviour,  bail  -                151 

All  ye  that  pass  by                    *  -                  193 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross                 -  -             31 

And  will  the  Lord,  Almighty  God  -              64 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year  -                  81 

And  am  I  born-to  die                  -  —                  88 

And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  higb  -                147 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail  27 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  -                108 

Angels,  roll  the  stone  away                 -  -              25 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise                    -  -                  208 

As  a  Shepherd  gently  leads               -  -              109 

Away  with  our  fears                   -  -                   188 

Away  my  unbelieving  fear               -  221 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind  ••                 23 

Behold  the  gloomy  vale                -  -              237 
21* 


246  INDEX. 

Behold  the  rising  sun                     -  -              ±05 

Behold  the  sons  and  heirs  of  God  -                 118 

Beside  the  gospel  pool                     -  -                 129 

Begin,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay  -                   19 

Begone  un-belief 1   my  Saviour  is  near  -    "       174 

Bf&tow,  O  Lord,  upon  our  youth  -                 110 

Bless'd  is  !he  man,  whose  heart  expands  -            1  14 

Bless'd  be  the  tie  that   hinds  ~                   1^0 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God                -  -              203 

Ble'jt  he  the  dear  uniting  love  —                  79 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow                         -  2l3 

Brethren  and  sisters,  well  belov'd  -                  72 

Burst  yeem'rald  gates  and  bring  -                 190 

By  whom  was  David  taught               -  -              176 

Children  of  the  heavenly  king  «-...■             234 

Christ,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  -               196 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs                   -  -              63 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast  8 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distress'*!  -               11 

Come,  and  let  us  sweetly  join  —                   20 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above  -                  32 

Come,  let  our  souls  adore  the  Lord  -                 48 

Come,  dear  christian  friends  and  brethren  -          73 

Come,  ye  weary  souls  opprest  -                   13  2 

Come,  humble-sinner,  iu  whose  breast  -            133 

Come,  let  us  anew                       -  -                   156 

Come,  thou.  Almighty  King                -  -               157 

Come,  ye  si rmers,  poor  and  wretched  -            172 

Come,  listening  angels,  assist  me  to  sing  -           180 

Come,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing  -              184 

Come,  let  us  ascend                    -  -                   186 

Come,  O  thou  traveller  unknown  -                164 

Darnel's  wisdom  may  1  know  -                  528 

Death,  with  his  dread  commission  sealed  -            49 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord  -                75 

Didst  thou,  O  Saviour*  suffer  shame  ..              146 

Dost  thou  my  worthless  name  record  -              76 

Dread  Lord,  and  shall  thy  spirit  rest  -             152 


INDEX. 


24? 

•     Poge- 

Earth  has  engrossM  my  love  too  long  -             -i^ 

Encompass'd  with  clouds  of  darkness  -              158 

Encouras^d  by  thy  word                   -  4*9 

Ere  God  had  bui  t   the  mountains  *                 175 

Eternal  power,  whose  high  abode  -*                  1? 

Exert  thy  powV,  thy  rights  maintain'  56 

Father,  how  wide  fhy  glory  shines  15 

Faiher.  is  not  thy  promise  pVdg'd  -              «          o 

Father  divine  !   thy  piercing  eye  -                   51 

Father  of  spirits,  from  thy  hand  -                   68 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  house               -  -          69 

Father  of  men,  thy  care  we  bless  -                   97 

Few  are  our  day*,  those  few  we  dream  awray  201 

Fierce  passions  discompose  the  mind  -              1*6 

From  the  regions  of  love                  *  -              2 it 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  its  days  -                16 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way  -                    60 

God  of  eternity,  from  thee                —  -              83 

God  of  sabbath,  Israel's   Lord              -  -            136 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears                  —  -              62 

Gladness  was  spread  through  Israel's  best         -  127 

Glory  to  thee,  mv  God,  this  night  -                107 

Glory  to  God  on  high                     -  -              187 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken  -              187 

Grateful  notes  and  numbers   bring  —                 19 

Great  God,  in  characters  of  flame  -                 94 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth  -              149 

Great  God.  accept  our  songs  of  praise  -            114 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah  -                195 

Hail,  Father,  whose  creating  call  .                   14 

Hail  the  day  that  saw  him  rise  -                   220 

Happy  the  man  who  finds  the  grace  •              12 

Happy  is  he,  whose  early  years  -                111 

Has  death  another  trophy  won  -                   101 

Hark  !  the  herald  an«els  sing               -  -            24 

Hark  !  how  the  watchmen  cry  -                   28 

Hark  !  hear  the  sound,  on  earth  'tis  found  -         53 

Hark  !  'tis  our  beav'uly  leader'6  voice  -            66 


248  HTDEX. 

Pase. 

Hark,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour  comes  240 

Hark  I   the  herald  angels  sing               -  -            4  68 

Hark  !   the  voice  of  love  and  mere/  -              204 

Hark!   whence  that  sound                -  -              21* 

Hark!  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds  -            218 

He  comes,  he  come>,  the  judge  severe,  -            90 

Head  of  the  church  triumphant  -                  155 

Hear,  gracious  God,  my  humble  moan  -              37 

Hear  what  the  Lord,  the  great  Amen  -              124 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent  -                  229 

He  dies  !  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  -                24 

Here,  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet  -                77 

His  master  taken  from  his  head  -                  67 

Ho !  every  one  that  thirsts  draw  nigh  -              232 

Hosannah  to  Jesus!   I'm  filPd  with  his  praises  181 

How  are  thy  servants  bless'd,  O  Lord,  -              61 

How  long,  thou  faithful  God,  shall  1  130 

How  swift  the  torrent  rolls                 -  148 

How  gracious  and  how  wise              -  -              151 

How  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft  -                   161 

How  soft  the  words  my  Saviour  speaks  -            112 

How  oft,  alas!  this  wretched  heart  -              219 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  -                  23o 

How  sweetly  along  the  gay  mead  -                  85 

How  hast  thou,  Lord,  from  year  to  year  -           87 

I  askM  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow  -             129 

Indulgent  God,  to  thee  we  pray             •  44 

Indulgent  sovereign  of  the  skies  -                  45 

In  vain  my  fancy  sti*  es  to  paint  -                108 

Is  this  a  theme  of  mirlL  ?  who  can  rejoice  236 

I  want  a  principle  withia                  -  -             34 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be                    -  -             21 

Jesus,  since  thou^art  still  to  uay              -  •         S8 

Jesus,  grant  us  all  a  blessing  »                    76 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye                  -  "*             225 

Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion             -  -             240 

Jesus,  at  thy  command                  -  -                 135 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  h^av'n  is  gone  -                  142 

Jesus,  thy  blood  and  righteousness  *               143 


IXDEX.  24$ 

Page. 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul             -  -                  144 

Jesus,  accept  the  praise                   -  -              177 

Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake  -              239 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake  —                  70 

Let  coward  guilt,  with  pallid  fear  -                  93 

Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hcnr  -                   99 

Lord  of  hosts,  how  lovely  fair,              -  -               10 

Lord,   I  cannot  let  thee  so                 -  -                 41 
Lord  of  all  worlds,  incline  thy  bounteous  ear        -          4i 

Lord,  what  cur  ears  have  heard  -                   1-7 

Lord,  at  thy  table  I  behold  78 

Lord  of  the  earth,  and  sea.  and  skies  —              92 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  in  dust  1  lie             -  -              238 

Lord,  in  the  days  of  youth                       —  i  1 7 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now  -                   210 

Lord,  assises  with  thy  blessing            -  -          I'll 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling  -                   227 

Lovely  h  the  face  oCnature  -                      i92 

Lo  !  He  feometh  !   countless  trumpets  -               223 

Lof  he  comes",  with  clotfds  descending  -            202 

Lo*!   another  year  has  go  *e                —  —              83 

Loud  let  the  tuneful  trumpet  sound,  -                   6 

Master  supreme.  I  look  to  thee  -                   98 

Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David              -  -            209 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join  -                   80 

My  God,  thy  service"  well  demands  —               100 

My  flying  years,  tune  ur^es  on  -                   lot 

None  that  embark  at  God's  command  -              134 

Now  faintly  smile  day's  hasty  hours  -               84 

Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading  -               206 

Now  begin"  the  heavlniy  theme  -                   131 

Now,  Lord,  to  whom  for  help  I  call  -              141 

O  Charity  \  thou  beav'nly  grace  -                 229 

O,  careless  sinners,  come                 -  -              165 

OGod,  my  God,  my  all  thou  art  -                    15 

O  God.  we  piaise  thee,  and  confess  -               7% 


250  INDEX* 

Pags. 

O,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God             -  -           36 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  -                    54 

O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love  -                   189 

O  happy  Church,  celestial  bride  -                  72 

O  happy  day,  that  fix\l  my  choice  -                ?4 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  1  submit  -            165 

O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire  -                  64 

O  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness  -              195 

O,  make  me,  Lord,  what  I  should  be  -              30 

O  thou,  in  whom  the  Gentiles  trust  -                142 

O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears  -                38 

O  ihou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight  -                52 

O  thou,  before  whose  gracious  throne  -              67 

O  tell  me  no  more                      -  -                  194 

O  what  a  pleasure  'tis  to  see                       -  113 
O  wonder  of  wonders  !  astonished  I  gaze 

On  wings  of  faith  mount  up  my  soul  and  rise  232 

Once  more  we  keep  the  sacred  day  —              1*6 

Our  Father,  thron'd  above  the  sky  -                39 

Our  Father,  whose  eternal  sway               •  -          42 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead  -                  26 

Our  little  bark,  on  boisterous  sea9  -                 128 

Our  souls,  in  love,  together  knit  -                   69 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  yi  immortal  choir  -              12 

Proclaim  my  gospel,  sailh  the  Lord  -               6 

Remark,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound9  -              83 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King                   -  -              209 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern                -  -            126 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  -              197 

Saviour,  Prince,  enfhron'd  above 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation                -  -               173 

Say,  should  we  search  the  globe  around  -             235 

See  Israel's  gentle  shepherd  stand  -                 112 

See,  how  great  a  flame  aspires  -                     57 

See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne  -              47 

See  how  the  disobedient  son  237 

See,  Jesus,  thy  disciples  see  - 

See,  Gabriel  swift  descends  to  earth  -             *5G 


INDEX.  251 

Page. 

Shepherd  divine,  our  wants  relieve,  -             33 

Shepherds  rejoice  !  lift  up  your  eyes  -             160 

Since  we  are  caiPd  to  part                -  -              66 

Since  Jesus  freely  did  appear  -                 96 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ve  die,  7 

Sinners,  obey  the  gospel  word,  9 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message  -              174 

Sin^  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord  -                   22 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise                    -  -              29 

Stop,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think  -              182 

Tell  us,  O  women,  we  would  know  -             159 

The  God  of  Abra'm  praise                 ~  -              153 

The  spring,  great  God,  al  thy  command  -           86 

The  day  is  past  and  gone                -  -               105 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high  -                106 

The  message  once  to  Smyrna  sent  —              122 

The  Lord,  who  truly  knows  40 

The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare  -              138 

The  deluge,  at  th'  Almighty's  call  -                140 
The  voice  of  free  grace  cries  escape  to  the  mountain  183 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  -                  185 

Thee,  Father,  %re  praise                  -  -              166 

There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep  -              155 

Th' extent  of  Jesus' love                  -  -              21 

Thine  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  -              137 

Thou  judge  of  quick  and  dead  -                     90 

Though  nature's  voice  you  must  obey  -            102 

Thus  saith  the  Lord  to  Ephesus  -                  121 

Thus  saith  the  holy  One,  and  true  -              123 

Thy  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word  -              46 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know               -  -              125 

5  i  is  finish'd  !  the  conflict  is  past,  -              162 

'Tis  sweet  to  recline         ~  -                   I54 

'Tis  finish'd,  so  the  Saviour  cried  -                £24 

To  nature's  God  devoutly  raise  -                  96 

To  thy  great  name,  O  Prince  of  Peace,  -           70 

Try  us,  O  God,  and  search  the  ground  -           .219 

*Twas  on  that  dark,  that  solemn  night  -              78 

Twas  the  voice  of  my  Jesus  that  spake  -         163 


252  INDEX, 

P*gt< 

Vain  delusive  world,  adieu                -  ,_              161 

Vital  spark  of  heav'nly  flaine  ~                 163 

Wearied  by  day  with  toils  and  care*  -              91 

Welcome,  ye  well  beloved  of  God  -                74 

What  mean  rhese  jealousies  and  fears  -               131 

Wh.it  joy,  wtjjie  thus  I  view  the  day  -            200 

Wit  a  I  various  hindrances  we  meet  -                   43 

When   ?e-n<  dwelt  m  mortal  clay  -                 138 

Win  ii  to  his  Father**  fund  embrace  -              139 

V»  hen  verdure  clothe*  the  fertile  vale.  -              85 

When  frptin^  displays  her  vaiinus  sweets  -            86 

When  rising  from  the  hed  o!  death  -               89 

When  Hannah,  press'd  wjth  grief  -                 1**8 

When  all  the  mercies,  of  my  God  -                  104 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away  -          109 

When  Syria's  leprous  chiei                 -  -               133 

While  God  on  Zion  smiles  in  love  -                 47 

While  justice  waves  her  vengeful  hand  -             50 

While  o'er  our  guilty  land,  6  Lord  -            -          61 

While  shepherds  watch  their  flocks  by  night  —        80 

Whither  goest  thou.  Pilgrim  Stranger  -              205 

Who's  this  that  on  the  tempest  ritles  ^              198 

Who.  from  the  gloomy  shades  of  night  —            103 

Wilh  heavenly  powV.  O  Lord,  defend  -            65 

Write  to  Sardis,  saith  the  Lord  -                  123 

Ye  difTrent  sects,  who  all  declare  -                119 

Ye  golden  lamps  of  heav'n,  farewel  -                32 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm  —              113 

Ye  neighbors,  and   friends,  to  Jesus  draw  near  191 

Ye  pilgrims  that  are  wand'ring  borne  -              241 

Ye  simple  souls  that  stray                  -  -              199 

Ye  servants  of  God                    -  -                  217 

Ye  virgin  souls  ari-e                   -  -                   207 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor,  -               i~0 


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